Going from Bad to Worse

Swing… splat.

“It appears the frozen squirrel brains have thawed out. They splatter if you hit them with the golf club.”

“Pffthf… really? Now how am I supposed to lob them far enough to keep those zombie dogs and cats away?”

“I guess you’ll have to start throwing them.”

“Throw them?! We both know I won’t be able to throw more than a handful before my arms are worn out. Maybe less after wrestling with that zombie mosquito.”

Grrrrr…

“Try it anyway!”

“Okay.” Toss… thud. 15 feet…

“Now what?”

“I’m thinking.”

“How’d I guess you were going to say that?”