A person limped into the emergency room with a black eye, a damaged arm, and a extreme concussion.
The physician seemed him over in shock. “What on earth occurred to you?”
“Effectively,” the person groaned, “my spouse and I lately retired and determined to take up golf. On our very first swing, each of our balls flew off-course and landed in a cow pasture subsequent to the green. I climbed over the fence to search for them.”
“Did the bull assault you?” the physician requested.
“No,” the person replied. “I used to be looking the grass once I seen one of many cows wanting very uncomfortable. I walked over, lifted its tail, and noticed a golf ball wedged tightly up its bottom. I seen it had a particular yellow marking on it.”
“So, did the cow kick you?”
“No,” the person sighed. “I held the tail up, yelled over the fence to my spouse, ‘Hey honey! This one seems precisely like yours!’… and that’s the very last thing I keep in mind.”
