Mark, Wendy and their boys came down for the weekend from Bakersfield so we went to play miniature golf one night. It was fun because it was late so there wasn't really anyone else on the course. The funniest part of the night was on a hole where you have to hit the ball into a giant shoe (we played the Fairytale course) and then the ball comes out a shoot and onto the green. All of our balls came out just fine except for Ken's. Mark and Ken starting poking around the hole and the shoot with their clubs to see where the ball was, then Ken took my ball and hit it in, but nothing happened. All of a sudden I see a baby possum scurry out of the shoot, the two balls drop onto the green and the possum runs back in. It was so funny! This is how we learned that mini golf and baby possums go hand in hand.
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