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A foursome was on the last hole, and when the last golfer drove off the tee, he hooked it deep into a cow pasture.

He waved at his friends and said, “You guys play through—I’ll find my ball and meet you at the clubhouse.”

The others nodded and headed toward the green, while he climbed the fence into the pasture, muttering, “Please don’t be near the cows… please don’t be near the cows…”

As luck would have it, not only was his ball nestled next to a very large and very unimpressed-looking cow, but the cow seemed to be guarding it like a precious golden egg.

He tiptoed up, whispered, “Nice cow... pretty cow…” and reached slowly for the ball. Just then, the cow let out a massive "MOOO!" that startled him so badly, he fell backward into a pile of something that definitely wasn't sand.

As he scrambled up, trying to clean himself off with a golf towel, the cow walked a few feet forward—and there, lying underneath it, was another golf ball.

Now confused, he checked the brand. One was a Titleist, the other a Callaway. His was a Callaway. But the Titleist... didn’t belong to anyone in his group.

He looked around suspiciously and muttered, “What kind of secret golf tournament is happening in this pasture?”

Suddenly, a grumpy farmer popped out from behind a tree with a rake and yelled, “Hey! That cow’s been finding more balls than the pro shop sells in a month! You people better start paying green fees for my pasture!”

The golfer blinked. “Does the cow caddy too?”

The farmer smirked. “Only if you tip her in hay.”

Eventually, the golfer returned to the clubhouse, covered in mud, grass, and mysterious stains.

His friends raised their eyebrows. “What took you so long?”

He sighed and said, “Let’s just say... I shot a bogey, dodged a cow, found a stranger's ball, and might owe someone $12 in pasture fees.”

Moral of the story?
Stay on the fairway... or be prepared to mooove over.