A Farmer stood watching the golfing novice trying to hit the ball Earth was flying in all directions, and the would-be golfer's face was crimson.
He had to ay something to cover his embarrassment.
"The worms will think there's an earthquake," he murmured, "Oh, I don't know about that, replied the farmer, with a twinkle in his eye, "the worms are crafty little beggars round these parts. I guess most of em be iding under that ball for safety."
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