The seven Bobwhites strolled through the gymnasium at the Sleepyside Junior & Senior High. The school was having its annual rummage sale. Tables placed around the gym were piled high with castoffs that members of the community were hoping to sell.

"Look at all this junk," said Dan.

"One man's undesirable is another man's treasure," quipped Mart.

"Yes, but who would want to buy a guitar without any strings," asked Dan as he pointed to a used guitar lying on a table.

"You never can tell what will strike somebody's fancy. Someone could buy that guitar, re-string it and have a nice instrument," said Di.

"I wouldn't buy anything that required me to work on it," sniffed Trixie as she wandered away.

Shortly thereafter, the Bobwhites split up. The girls continued to dig through the tables inside while the boys went out into the hall where baked goods were on sale.

"Now this is more like it. Brownie Heaven," exclaimed Mart as he licked his lips.

The school was a busy place as the afternoon wore on. Merchandise on the tables dwindled. People could be seen going home, confident that they had found a valuable item. Six of the Bobwhites trudged towards the club station wagon in hopes of a quick trip home.

"Hey, where's Trixie," asked Brian as he looked around.

"She said she had purchased something and had to pick it up. And don't ask me what it is because I don't know. Di and I lost sight of her an hour ago," explained Honey.

The Bobwhites, unsure of Trixie's whereabouts, stood around their car. Hearing the Bobwhite whistle, they looked up and saw Trixie coming towards them, carrying a large item. As she neared the group, they realized that she had a loaded golf bag slung over her shoulder. She stopped in front of them, a big grin lighting up her face.

"Look what I bought," she exclaimed excitedly.

Mart stared at her in disbelief. "What do you plan to do with that?"

"Golf," replied Trixie.

"You don't even know how to golf," sneered Mart.

"Not a problem! Tad offered to give me private lessons, one-on-one sessions."

Six shocked faces turned and stared at Trixie.

"And he says he'll let me drive the cart cuz that is the best part," Trixie added.

She tossed her curls and heaved the bag of clubs into the back of the car. The six stunned friends stood looking at each other as an excited Trixie hopped into the front seat of the car yelling happily, "Shotgun."