I am a golf ball. I have been a golf ball, all my life. I was famess, when I was on the store shelf. Every body said, wow, that’s that famess golf ball. A guy bought me, and I thought,I now be famess in the out side world, where ever that is. This guy was a golf pro. If you don’t believe me, ask him. What a shocker. The first thing he did, was take me out to the course, and hit me, hard with that dam club. I went sailing, and must have landed in the wrong place. He came over and give me another whack. He must have been angry. I land on a green spot, but the grass, was too short to hide in. He mustn’t been to angry any more, because he then gave me a small tap, and I landed in a hole. Thank goodness, safe at last. But NO, he came and picked me out, and took me to another place, and, OH OH, here come’s that big club again.
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great view on how a ball must feel