Mother Nature and the Buttercups

I was out playing golf and sliced a shot into a field of buttercups.

Just as I was about to hit, I heard a voice say, “Don’t hurt any buttercups.”

I asked, “Who are you?”

“I’m Mother Nature. If you can chip out of this field of buttercups without harming a single one, I’ll guarantee you have butter every day for the rest of your life.”

I said, “Screw you. Where were you last week when I sliced into a field of pussy willows?”