Santa and his wife, Jeeto, lived aways out in the piney woods and after a few years began to have problems of a very personal nature. Not being well versed in the matters taught in school, Santa decided to consult a physician in regards to the matter. "Doc, lots of times I get the mating urge out in the fields," confessed Santa. "But there`s no way to let my wife know `cause she spends her day back around the barn, milking the cows, feeding chickens. Then when the day`s plowing is done, we are just too tired. Well, you might say our happy marriage ain`t too satisfying lately. We talked it over and was hoping you could help. "Of course," advised the doctor. "Just take a shotgun with you into the fields. Then when you get the urge, shoot the gun off as a signal to your wife to come-a-running." Santa went home and told the plan to Jeeto. Two weeks later, he returned, unhappier than ever. "Poor Jeeto." he cried. "She is in very bad shape." "What happened?" asked the doctor. "We just forgot that it is a hunting season," he moaned. "Jeeto just run herself to this condition answering all the gunshots." |