One of the tavern cats strolls the length of the bar, getting a couple of tail scratches and tugs along the board, and approaches a tall and slim roughly-woven basket standing at the corner near the access to the Recovery Ward and tavern reading room (upstairs). The basket might have been set there by Rapparee when he concluded the recitation of his golfing ditty, then left. Like sewing pins attracted to Rap's wife's magnet, the cat is compelled to lean its head into the side of the basket, all eyes watching as it almost slow-motion topples over. The racket of several dozen multi-colored used golf balls startles everyone in the room as they bounce and then roll in all directions.