Now that winter has finally passed, I went out to the shed to drag out the big golf bag. It had been gathering dust since I swapped it for the light carry bag in October. In that time it had gathered something else as well: turns out, a rat had beaten me to it.
He'd clearly spent some time in the ball pocket, sampling the different delights of Taylormade, Titleist and Nike... although he turned his nose up at the Precept. It's good to know that rats have good taste in golf balls.
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