This is a golf story.
I was playing a course in Ontario today. The course wasn’t crowded, so it was just me out there. I teed off on the 10th hole. My ball went nicely, far down the fairway, and bounced over a little ridge in the fairway. No problem; I’ll see it when I get past the ridge.
And I did, but it was being guarded by a beaver! The beaver was looking at my ball, then when I came in sight, at me. The beaver wasn’t moving.
I backed up a bit. The beaver shuffled around. I backed up a little more. The beaver finally started moving, and ambled off across the fairway.
I could step forward and hit my ball. But then it occurred to me–what if my tee shot had hit the beaver? Poor thing! But it also occurred to me that I have a great story about a beaver shot.