With a little help from mah friend

Grrr was over Bob's house helping him and Andy Ant fix computers for Andy's nest when the neighborhood watch guy came over and asked to speak with Andy. 
After a few minutes the NW guy left and he did not look happy.
"What is the problem Andy?"asked Grrr.
"Aw..it is those darn golfers again. They try and build their courses over the nest, the guys stick an antenna out and get hit with a golf ball, and that hurts, let me tell you, and so they get mad and sting the bum that hit the ball or sometimes tear him to bits. We were here first and we try to be nice but ...."
"You know pal, Al gator had the same problem but he fixed it."
"How did it do it, did he eat a few golfers?" asked Andy
"Naw, they give him heartburn. He came up with something worse."
"What could be worst then eating them?" Asked Bob.

From their point of view ? replied Grrr.This "  is worse."So bad that they don't build new courses over by Al's, heck, they even closed that "Palmer Course" but agreed to keep the grounds up so Al would not get mad."

 "OK", Andy, said, his antennae quivering in excitement and hope. "What did he do?"
"Ask him yourself." said Grrr. "Here comes Al now."

 A truck loaded with old computer parts with a bumper sticker that said "Home is where the swamp is" pulled into the driveway and Al Gator got out.

"Hey Al, you know Andy Ant?"
"Sure enough do chaps. How y'all doing boys?" said Andy.
"Not bad. "The pals replied. "But ole Andy here has a problem you may be able to help with ...golfers," said Bob.
Pouring a cup of "Earl Gray" and putting some "Tea Biscuits" on his plate, Al was hatched in the South, but his family swam up from Belize and he still has some very British habits.
"Golfers..Yankees!!!..y'all tell me about it Andy".

After  Andy Ant explained the problem to Al Gator, Al said "Sit yourself down, there's a good chap, I have the very thing for y'all. Going to his truck, Al came back into the garage with a small tool. Mah good lady, picked this up for me at Marshall's for about 5 bucks..simply wizard little device. I have several. Handing some to Andy, These are your old fella.' said Al.
"Y'all got to understand that simply eating the blighters or even rending them to bits won't answer. No! They will simply tell each other, the ones that get away that is, "what a tough course..challenging".. and want to "play it " even more..quite mad that way. crazy as June bugs or a Yankee with a jug of shine. Nope, Y'all  gotta know how the chaps think.  Y'all gotta ask what is the one thing the golfers simply cannot abide?
 Hate it worse than ole Stonewall hated Yankees?

 "Rain?" asked Bob "

Hot days?" put in Grrr.

 "How about lightening?" Put in Andy. 

"Nope . Clear to see that y'all ole boys are not golfing chaps, not at all.. rather.

No, the thing golfing chappies hate worst than bugs at a barbecue , is losing by one stoke..cannot abide it." 

"I would think losing by a big score would be worse." Said Bob.

"Son,  y'all, just gotta understand that these chappies hate to lose. 

Hate it the way the pastor hates drinkin and sinnin. Losing is bad and to lose by one stroke?...   Why it sets their hair afire.  Never heard such language and the men folk are worse." Al said with a big gator grin.

"Well, now son, it is simple,  when a chap puts the old noggin to it. One just employs this handy dandy little marker and changes the name on the ball. Which according to the rules of that silly sport, cost the ole boy or gal a "stoke" for playing the wrong ball, don't  ya know?

It gives them Yankees madder than a wet hen, no offence Bob."

 "None taken Al." replied Bob.

" Do it enough and they soon play somewhere else." 
"Al, the whole nest thanks you..why the queen herself will want to honor you." said a joyful Andy Ant. "
Shucks nothing to it, just glad to help y'all out." said a modest Al Gator.

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