He listened a bit longer, then carefully set down his tea mug, picked up a rather hefty looking golf club, took careful aim, and whacked the ball as hard as he could, to be rewarded by a lot of squawking and flapping as the ball landed hard in the middle of the distant barn full of birds. After a few moments, they had all flown away, leaving nothing but a peaceful silence. Bob picked up his tea mug again, and continued his tea break.
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