Bob took his grandson, Johnny, out to play a round of golf. Near the end of the day, both being tired, they each started off from the tee by hitting their balls into the rough. Bob walked down to his ball, it was in the midst of a patch of buttercups. He started swinging, and the buttercups went flying.

All of a sudden there was a big puff of smoke, and when it had disapated there was a little old lady standing there. "I'm Mother Nature", she said, "and I'm very upset about what you did to these little buttercups! Do you know how long it takes to get a patch of buttercups like this started?"

Bob nodded, although he really didn't know..

"Well, for your punishment I'm going to deny you any butter on your popcorn for the rest of your life." Then, after thinking it over, she said, "More than that, I'm going to deny you any butter for your toast for the rest of your life!"
Obviously getting even more angry she said "I think it might just suit you well not to have any butter for any purpose for the rest of your life!" Then she disappeared in a flash.

For awhile Bob was speechless, then he wondered how Johnny was doing. "Hey Johnny", he yelled, "did you find your ball?"

"Yes, Grandpa", Johnny replied, "I'm over here in a patch of pussy willows."

"Don't swing!", yelled Bob, "Don't swing!"