Take a Shot

"Let me attach it for you!"

Candy straps the putter to your forearm, and a moment later you are squaring up a shot.  You take a big swing, but you hit the blade also.  The ball curves up in a high arc, bounces off the lip of a nearby volcano, and then rolls out of sight behind the mine. 

"Oh, that was our last ball," Candy says.

"I'll go get it," you say as you hand her back her putter.  "Hold a second."