In our endless quest for tranquility, the Fab 4 took to the links for a mere 5 hours of physical, mental, and emotional test of endurance…facing near dehydration and body aches, we persevered…some better than others…as this course must have been built on a Native grave site…as there were so many humps on it…there was this one green, that had to have 6 different mounds of shear torture…I digress… in the middle of the round, this Wylie Coyote showed up… he too, was looking for water…and food…seemingly unfazed by the golfers he encountered…alas, even one of my troop called out for him…an example of the loss of brain cells, that were obviously perpetrated by the heat of this ordeal…no names shall be revealed, however it was not the Horse…we encountered Wylie once more, resting in the shade of a bush…oh yes, the golf…the Gahrs were king and queen of Terra Lago…Boss was the princess…and the Horse?…in Dick Bellock form of scoring, I think I had. 9…
Peace
Comments