-You’ll have to restart this hole, sir.
-But I saw my ball roll into those trees. You can just go get it.
-No caddy goes in there. That’s Fairway Fred’s territory.
-Who’s Fairway Fred?
-The vagrant beast who bedevils this place.
-Beast? How long has a wild animal been living here?
-Some say since this land was all wild uncharted golf course.
-I’ll just get it myself.
-Wait! If you go, you’ll be impaled by one of the poison plastic needle-spines he sheds on the ground.
-What, like syringes?
-I see his glamours have already fooled you.
-I’ll be very caref—my God, what was that noise?
-He’s awake. That’s the sound of his footsteps, loud as gunfire.
-I think it was just gunfire.
-He sounds angrier than usual. Your golf ball must have displeased him.
-He sounds dangerous.
-Since you insist on going, at least take this six-iron with you.
-Uh, alright… I didn’t realize he was corporeal.
-Oh, definitely. And strong.
-I can just restart the hole.
-It’s too late for that. This is your destiny.
-But just a minute ago you said—
–You’re the one the prophecy spoke of.
-But I’m just a business consultant.
-Yes, just as the oracle predicted. Where many have fallen, you will succeed.
-How many?
-So many.
