"TJ! TJ!" Sam called to his big brother, "Hit another one!"

TJ giggled, setting another ball on the tee. "I bet I can make it to the oak tree."

Sam stood back, holding TJ's other crutch as TJ whacked the ball as hard as he could. The ball took off from the tee, sailing towards the lone oak in the distance. With a loud "FLACK!" the ball ricocheted off the tree, and zoomed directly at the two boys.

With a meep, Sam ducked, but the ball struck the unfortunate weasel square on the snout. With a wail, Sam held his nose, stymying the flow of blood. TJ helped his little brother back to the picnic table where his parents sat, preparing their lunch.

Art by  Myoti
TJ and JD © myself
Golf © Scotland