The Dean and his guests had enjoyed a great day’s golfing and were jogging steadily homewards at the tireless golf-trolley trot, which eats up the greens, when they found themselves confronted suddenly by a wild caddie who sprang from a spinney by the sixth tee.
“Your honour, oh, your honour!” panted the man, “the Great Crested Grebe, they be on the greens!”
The Dean looked hard at the caddie, in the gathering gloom of the autumn evening; and he did look hard, but the Dean still failed to recognize him: until an excited young caddie burst out…
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