The group waited at the third hole. Lollipop stepped onto the box and took a deep breath. The wind didn’t flow through his hair, nor did the music sound. He slumped slightly and tossed his disc. His soft throw caused the disc to wobble and turn. It flew a few feet up the fairway and struck the three nearest to them, and rolled down a hill on the left side of the hole.

“Looks like you’re up, Todd. Maybe you’ll have more luck.” Lollipop said.

Todd stormed onto the tee box. His feet left holes in the concrete with each step. He lined up with the basket, but turned at an awkward angle and, with a flick of his wrist, the disc flew a couple hundred feet before landing softly in the grass.

“Todd throw good, not always crush things. Silly man need practice, maybe learn from Todd.” Todd said.

Lollipop placed a hand on his chest and bowed to Todd. “You’re right, sir, maybe I can learn a thing or two from you.”

“Ah, shut up, we ain’t here for learning, we are here to see who’s gonna win.” Brandon tripped over the first crater left by Todd’s enormous feet. “Dang Todd, maybe next time walk as softly as you threw that.”

He climbed back up and knocked the dust from his unsightly body. With a devilish grin, he honed in on the basket, his eyes widened like he were staring down a rat roast and slime. Brandon did a short hop and threw forehand; it folded over and rolled down the fairway. After a bounce, it dinged off the basket post.

“Heck yeah, wish my little crotch goblins were here to see that,” Brandon said.

“You mean children, right?” Lollipop said.

Todd slapped Lollipop on the back, launching him into the bushes. “Ha, I knew crotch goblin, she nice.”

“Come on now, they are crotch goblins. Don’t get all high and mighty on us for not being all proper.” Brandon snatched his bag off the ground and waited by Lollipop’s disc. “You gonna throw or do you need someone with skill to help ya?”

Lollipop raised an eyebrow and threw his disc from the side of the road. He struck another tree and watched it land on the far side of the fairway. After closer inspection, his disc sat neatly in a nest of lashers. The sentient plants were hostile to humans and were likely to attack with their strangling vines and bladed leaves if Lollipop disturbed them.

With light steps, Lollipop eased into the center of the nest and tossed his disc again and parked it beneath the basket.

“Heck yeah!” Lollipop said.

Brandon watched with glee as Lollipop’s eyes widened to the full nest of lashers that woke and pulled him in every direction. A bladed leaf cut away a chunk of his long blonde hair, and another took off part of his eyebrow.

“Funny man fight plants, need help?” Todd asked.

“Come on already, we’ve got a group of two coming up from behind, let’s get this going so they can play through.” Brandon turned his back on Lollipop’s shouts for the holy light and the sounds of plants being crushed by his hammer. “Paladins, always something with that crowd.”

Todd set his feet and lobbed his disc softly and landed under the basket. “Parked, Todd want Pixie Creme sandwiches, does Brandon want?”

“What are those?” Brandon asked.

Behind them, Lollipop shouted for the adult lasher to unhand his tome, followed by him rushing back into the lasher nest and another round of thrashing in the brush.

“I show Brandon,” Todd said.

Near the road, a pixie flew by with a cart full of hot dogs and refreshments. “Get yer grub here, got the best of Glorbsnop’s reground unicorn meat and the Allfather’s rolling ragnarok brew.” She acknowledged Brandon and Todd, with a smile, she waved them over, “What can I get y-“

Todd snatched the pixie and smashed her between two rocks. “Yum, pixie creme!” he took a bite of the rock and pixie sandwich before offering it to Brandon.

“I’m good, big fella, not really my type of grub,” Brandon said.

Another pixie poofed into existence with a cloud of pink dust, “Guess it’s my time to shine, let’s get rolling.” She floated the cart onward to offer her goods to a group of four barbarians, two holes up.

Brandon stood by the basket and hopped to slap the chains.

Todd punched the basket and walked to the fourth hole.

Lollipop crawled through the grass, scratches and dents scored his armor, and his body didn’t look much better.

An aroma of spring flowers wafted by but soon was replaced by the stench of dead lashers and the foul odor from the sludge orcs and goblins use during their weekly baths.

“Guess it’s a bogey for me.” Lollipop put his disc away and worked to fix his armor. “Did you say something about sandwiches?”

“You want sandwich?” Todd asked.

Brandon stepped between them. “Nah, best not to go down that road. Maybe just hold out until later?”

Todd rushed down the path, waving toward the pixie cart. “Wraiths play through, I get funny man lunch.”

Brandon pulled Lollipop aside. “Do you like pixies?”

“Yes, they are wonderful beings of love and happiness. Some of my favorite memories are of walking through the forests of Faeville.” Lollipop said.

“Not what I’m asking,” Brandon glanced off toward the minotaurs playing calf league baseball. “I’ll be more direct, have you ever wondered what pixie tastes like?”

Lollipop raised his Brow, “No, why would I hurt such wonderful-“

Todd burst through the bushes and stood next to Lollipop. With a creepy smile, Todd placed two rocks stacked together into Lollipop’s hand. “You eat sandwich, maybe grow strong like Todd.”

Brandon and Lollipop tilted their heads and stared at the pixie wings and purplish pink liquid dripping from between the rocks. Brandon leaned in and caught the sweet smell of pixie dust and pulled away.

“Yeah, I ain’t eating that. Be sure to wash your hands, that goo ain’t like normal goo.” Brandon shook his head. “ I should have brought crotch goblin one, Aiden wouldn’t cost us our deposit on the front nine.”

Two portly wraiths in vibrant colored robes whisked up to the tee box on hole four.

“Go ahead and play through, our paladin needs to clean pixie goo off his hands,” Brandon said.

The wraiths waved and parked their rolling disc golf bags by the tee.