One lovely morning, Ben and Thomas were out golfing. Ben
slices his ball deep into a wooded ravine. He grabs his 8-iron
and proceeds down the embankment into the ravine in search
of his ball.
Ben searches diligently throught the thick underbrush and suddenly
he spots something shiny. As he gets closer, he realizes that the
shiny object is in fact an 8-iron in the hands of a skeleton lying
near an old golf ball.
Ben excitedly calls out to his golfing partner: "Hey Thomas, come
here, I got big trouble down here."
Thomas comes running over to the edge of the ravine and
calls out: "What's the matter Ben?"
Ben shouts back in a nervous voice: "Throw me my 7-iron!
Looks like you can`t get out of here with an 8-iron."
