In the oval office, the President threw the purple phone onto the desk with a loud jangle; then he picked up his putter and tossed it across the room. Still not satisfied, he snatched up one of the golf balls from the carpet and hurled it through the window. The glass smashed, and the ball sailed out into the rose garden, nearly striking a tabloid reporter who was trying to eavesdrop on the President’s putting practice.
The aide hurried to the window and called out apologetically, “Fore!”
The President paced about. “The CIA is going to bomb Russia and Cuba. How can they do such a thing? And who was that fool agent?” He grabbed the dark blue and silver phone from the rainbow of phones on his desk. “Air Force! I’m ordering a preemptive bombing raid on Colodor! Wipe out that missile base be
