Barnabus, who was now going by the name Billie thanks to a few loud children near the rift who saw his hooved rump, didn't understand this pass-time. He'd been given a strange white outfit to wear that he assumed was yet another mark of the faith in the human's collective Father, but when they got to the place and started picking their dull metal weaponry he realized a lot of people were wearing these white outfits and then even more of them were not!
Cloth-man, who preferred Barnabus call him Mr. Owen when no one else was around, wasn't in his normal fancy clothes either. On the way Mr. Owen had attempted to open his mouth to explain what golf was and where they were going and why but the moment Barnabus got a word in the entire conversation was shot, in fact as he changed (while no one was really around to listen) and then even now as he regrouped with Mr. Owen on the green, he was still talking as if the conversation never stopped.
It was a miracle that he never ran out of things to talk about or even seemed to realize when he no longer had an audience. Mr. Owen handed him the clubs in a nice little strappy bag and they piled into a smaller version of their transport here that moved so much slower.
To the rest of the world it wasn't strange to see the holy man enjoying a few rounds of golf but a lot of them were unaware at this point that he'd taken in a stray. Barnabus didn't realize how lucky he was to be taken in by someone right away and given proper things to do and amenities and a place to sleep, his entire life was wasted behind the sound of his own voice in obliviousness.
By the time they neared the little body of water Mr. Owen was getting a little weary of Barnabus' nonstop talking and found that it wasn't very conducive to his relaxing time on the green... so he intentionally putt one into the water and made a sound of disappointment in himself,
"Billie, it seems I've lost the ball. Do you mind checking to see if yo--" and it was too late, Billie had been talking about something else but as Mr. Owen's words registered he seemed to switch gears without a rest.
"-- Oh you want me to get it you want me to wade in there and get it well I can do that I mean I'm really good at getting things and it really is hot out here and the water looks nice so I guess I can at least take a look right? Ha, yeah, I can go take a look you just hang on here and I'll go or you know what you can go to the next one and do the things over there. What are you doing? why are we even here this is weird but I like it it's okay."
Unfortunately by the time he had reached the 'ha' part of his speech he had started to walk away towards the water and there was little chance his host was still listening. He'd meant to say something about Billie not going in too far or getting his outfit dirty since it needed to be returned but there was little point in trying now so instead he sighed in exasperation and turned back to his sport. This little distraction might buy him a moment's peace to contemplate why Billie had come into his life, what he was to gain from this. Everything meant something.
Billie, meanwhile, trotted up towards the water and crouched near its edge, looking in an wondering how deep it was. You didn't just plod into water back home because of what might be in it but it could be okay here right? Mr. Owen would have told him if there were buddies or baddies in the water. No it was just a ball. He was, for once, kind of quiet, only murmuring to himself under his breath as he took a better look and then picked up a rock nearby and dropped it in, turning his head to listen to how far it fell, if he could hear anything at all.