It was a cold, crisp fall morning in Osceola when Jim was walking downtown by the waterfall. He could feel the cold mist smacking him in the face. So he decided he should go somewhere to warm up for a little. He went to his favorite place, the Krooked Kreek. One of Jim's favorite things to do in his free time is golfing with his best friend. Jim liked golfing so much because he found it relaxing and fun. Neither were super fond of the manager, Dan, Because they felt that he was very ignorant so they would steal golf carts and golf for free. Even though it's technically not the right thing to do, it didn't bother them because they didn't respect the manager.

Once they were ready to golf, they headed to the first tee. Jim put his tee in the ground, placed the ball on it, and shanked it right into the pond to the left. He was unhappy with the result, so he grabbed his club and threw it into the tallest tree. The tree must have been 50 or so feet tall, so he sent Charlie up the tree to get it. There was only one slight problem, though the club was at the top of the tree, which was very dangerous for Charlie to grab, so we sent him up anyway. He wasn't pleased about it, but he did it consistently. Once he started climbing up the tree, Jim took the opportunity to start throwing stuff at him. First, it was just a few golf balls, but it escalated quickly. Next thing you know, Charlie was being struck by anything Jim could get, his hands on rocks, clubs, garbage. Charlie was furious; once he reached the top where Jim's club was, he snapped it into pieces and threw them to the ground. Jim wasn't surprised that he broke it, considering how he had been treating him. Once Charlie reached the bottom, they headed to the next hole. This was the most challenging hole on the golf course, a long par 5 with water right before the green. Charlie went first. He hit his drive just to the left of the fairway. Now, it was Jim's turn. As Jim was about to hit his ball, Charlie smacked him with a club in his backswing, hit him right in the ribs, and Jim fell to the ground like a ton of bricks. Charlie was now a little worried about what Jim would do to get back at him. Charlie was constantly watching his back, but to his surprise, he didn't do anything. Once they arrived at the last hole on the front 9, they agreed to take this hole seriously. The clubhouse is right behind the green on this hole. They both hit nice tee shots in the fairway; their next shots were just short of the green charlies in the rough and jims in the fairway. This was the best they had done all day, but something had to go wrong. It was Charlie's next hit, and the ball went through the clubhouse window and hit Dan in the head. So Jim and Charlie left as fast as they could and drove off forgetting that it ever happened.