The thin made thought, "Perhaps my rival is hiding to give me a spook! Well, I'll show him. I'll keep playing." So he swung his ball again, and followed the ball where it landed. There, in the mists, he saw a figure. It didn't resemble the small man at all, so the thin man cried out to him, "Sir, have you seen anyone else playing here?" But the figure didn't answer.
"Sir, can you hear me?" He asked again, but there was still no response. Angered, he marched to the figure to give him a piece of his mind... only to find out it was a statue! He felt very foolish, but he wondered why someone would put a statue in the woods. It looked like a man crying out in horror. What awful taste. The thin man decided to keep playing...
... And with each swing of his club, he came upon another statue. Each one had the same expression, as if they'd come upon something awful. And with each statue, his bones felt more and more rigid. Just walking to each hole was wearing him down. Yet he refused to leave! He had to win! All that mattered was winning!
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"Sir, can you hear me?" He asked again, but there was still no response. Angered, he marched to the figure to give him a piece of his mind... only to find out it was a statue! He felt very foolish, but he wondered why someone would put a statue in the woods. It looked like a man crying out in horror. What awful taste. The thin man decided to keep playing...
... And with each swing of his club, he came upon another statue. Each one had the same expression, as if they'd come upon something awful. And with each statue, his bones felt more and more rigid. Just walking to each hole was wearing him down. Yet he refused to leave! He had to win! All that mattered was winning!