Like any golfer once you hit your ball and it doesn't come back, you immediately search for it,my ball wemt in the ninth hole but as I had then reach for it it wasn't there,I then looked around maybe it popped out or something . I cursed as anyone would. And it was sad that it was gone but that wasn't the point, being mad or frustrated I started then digging looking for my ball,as I dug I went deeper,suddenly I saw I was falling I found my ball that was not my worry in fact right now,falling was.After I fell I opened my eyes hitting my head on the ground I smiled I was both feeling uneasy and yet concerned . Why was a giant seven foot squirrel looking at me offering me a peanut . I then took the peanut he had had so I wouldn't upset the tall squirrel any more .As I bit it suddenly I to felt different, I was growing fatter as I ate,I was two hundred pounds heavier then before . ' Now look what you did,''suddenly then three more tall squirrels appeared and they grabbed me,they had a boiling pot nearby I curse I should had played tennis not golf. ' You don't want me,' I told them,' I taste bad too like chicken,' I told them. They said they never had chicken so it shouldn't be to bad to them . end,