“Ho, ho,” answered the Owl, “my people said hoot before there were any Scotchmen. I’ve come to show you how to play the real game of golf.
“Follow me,” screamed the Hoot Owl.
He led the Bogey Man to a field which was all rough. The rabbits and the field mice had been working all night making holes everywhere they could.
Hoot Owl says the Bogey Man is learning.
“Why, this is no place to play golf,” said the Bogey Man as he took a big drink of oatmeal water.
“It’s fine,” said the Hoot Owl, “Isn’t it, Sly Fox?”
Sly Fox came up with a whole bagful of sticks with twisted roots on the end of them. The Bogey Man had always played with just one straight stick. Sly Fox had gone into the woods, where he pulled up saplings and kept those which had the funniest and the ugliest roots.