A man recounts a story: "I was playing golf, and though I'm usually a decent player, I was having a horrible day.
As I prepared to tee off at the fourth hole, a voice said, 'Three wood.' I looked around—no one was there. I took my stance, and again I heard, 'Three wood.'
Looking down, I saw a frog at the edge of the tee box, advising me to use my three wood. It seemed absurd, but my game was so poor I figured I had nothing to lose. I used the three wood on that long par four and drove the ball straight 250 yards.
Impressed by its luck, I picked up the frog and carried it with me. At the next hole, it told me to use my five iron. It was a par three, and I scored my first-ever hole-in-one. For the remaining holes, I made at least a birdie on each, simply by following the frog's advice.
That night, I took the frog to the casino in my hotel. We played roulette. I bet where the frog indicated and won on every spin.
Later, tired, I went to bed. I took the frog from my pocket and placed it on the dresser. Suddenly, it looked at me and said, 'Kiss me.' I was reluctant, but it insisted. So I kissed the frog, and it transformed into the most beautiful fourteen-year-old girl I had ever seen.
And that, your honor, is how that fourteen-year-old girl ended up in my hotel room."