The Abominable Resolution Plan

A distant yet familiar clack sounded through the warm grass-scented morning air. Two squirrels sat together on an extended branch of an old, mossy oak tree further down the fairway of hole 8 of the golf course, heads synchronised tracking the trajectory of the silent, flying ball

which appeared to be gradually growing in size. Then it hit them. Both squirrels were knocked off the tree to the distant cheers of two old men. What was the old adage again — Knock two squirrels with one golf ball?

Yes, that's it. "Knock 2 squirrels with 1 golf ball, block Yeti quarrels in Nepal." By the following Thursday, Maria was in a plane flying over the Himalayas, getting ready to act as a Yeti mediator. A scuffle had started over the price of frozen pheasant & she had to resolve it.

“Well this bird right here was killed with one stone. And so was this one!” A Tibetan monk pointed. “Ooga boo raargh!” The Yeti growled. A doctor and linguist specialising in enlarged podiatry translated Bigfoot’s words. “Two birds for one stone.” And so this dispute was settled.