| After spending several hours wandering through the woods, Santa and Banta are thoroughly lost. Disorientated, they sit down to discuss what to do next. "Hey, I have an idea," says Santa. "If we each fire three shots into the air, someone will hear them and come to help us." Banta agrees, so each of them fires their shots. An hour later, nobody has come to help, so they decide to fire three more shots. Another hour passes - still no one. "Okay lets try this one more time" says Santa. "Yaar Santa, this had better work," replies Banta. "These are our last arrows." |