One lovely morning, Ben and Thomas were out golfing. Ben slices his ball
deep into a wooded ravine. He grabs his 8-iron and proceeds down the 
embankment into the ravine in search of his ball. Ben searches diligently 
throught the thick underbrush and suddenly he spots something shiny. As he 
gets closer, he realizes that the shiny object is in fact an 8-iron in the 
hands of a skeleton lying near an old golf ball.
Ben excitedly calls out to his golfing partner: "Hey Thomas, come here, I
got big trouble down here."
Thomas comes running over to the edge of the ravine and calls out, "What's
the matter Ben?"
Ben shouts back in a nervous voice, "Throw me my 7-iron! Looks like you
can't get out of here with an 8-iron."