Rex wandered the aisles for hours checking out potential yardage markers such as Rhododendron (pink, white and yellow), Fuchsia, Calalilys (for around the sprinkler heads), and even some gorgeous Rock Rose (which he intended to use in his own yard). He checked out the latest in fertilizers, herbicides and pesticides as well as the fine assortment of potting soils and planting mixes. Finally he found himself in the area of Sod samples. He didn't need to look long before he found it. Soft, luscious, elegant and sweet. As Rex laid down in the grass (as he always did, to confirm its characteristics), a puff of powder billowed up. Rex's eyelids grew heavy and just as an associate came running over shaking his head and trying to tell Rex to stand up, Rex could not make out what he was saying, he just fell into a deep, comforting, easy, Sleep.
No longer restrained by his body, Rex flew freely through the store, out the front entrance and into the open sky. He flew west and watched the buildings grow larger and taller until he was over mid-town Manhatten and had to dodge the Empire State Building. Passing the city he was instantly over the saltmarsh of the Meadowlands in Eastern New Jersey. As he traveled he saw the forested hills of the Poconos in Pennsylvania. These hills gave way to the Ohio and Mississippi river valleys. He now needed to gain elevation because despite the flat landscape he knew the Great Continental Divide of the Rocky Mountains was coming up. Up over the Rockies, through the great western desert and finally over the spine of the Sierra Nevada and Rex was where his mind was taking him... Mendocino. A small, quaint Victorian village on the north coast of California and Rex decided to take a break in a nice field with a view of the Point Cabrillo Light House to the north and Grey Whales breaching to the west. His meditation was broken by a shout of "Shister!". What Rex saw only lasted a brief moment. There were men, dressed in drab, earth-tones. Their hooded sweatshirts and sturdy hiking sneakers seemed to be some sort of uniform. Rex saw them throwing frisbees at a cage ringed with chains. When one of them landed in the cage and cheered for a Birdie, Rex was astonished. Birdie means one less than par and par is on a golf course. What is this game?
"Wake up sir", the pimple faced sales associate said. Rex tried to convey his vision to all of the people around him. "They were playing golf without clubs and balls. Just thin wide hockey pucks." Rex knew he could never teach these New Yorkers about this game, so off to work he went, supplying sod for tee boxes and never again tried to share his dream of the Perfect Game.