Banta comes in and asks Santa, "Hey, why are you sitting here on this beautiful day getting drunk?"
Santa: Some things you just can't explain.
Banta: So what happened that is so horrible?
Santa: Well if you must know, today I was sitting by my buffallo milking her. Just as I go the bucket about full, she took her left leg and kicked it over.
Banta: That's not so bad, what's the big deal?
Santa : Some things you just can't explain.
Banta: So then what happened.
Santa: I took her left leg and tied it to the post on the left with some rope. Then I sat down and continued to milk her. Just as I got the bucket about full she took her right leg and kicked it over.
Banta: Again?
Santa: Something's yoy just can't explain.
Banta: So, what did you do then?
Santa: I took her right leg and tied it to the post on the right.
Banta: So then what did you do?
Santa: I sat back down and continued to milk her, and just as I got the bucket just about full, the stupid buffalo knocks over the bucket with her tail.
Banta: Wow you must have been pretty upset!
Santa: Some things you just can't explain.
Banta: So then what did you do.
Santa: Well I didn't have any more rope, so I took off the nara (cord) of my pyajama and tied her tail to a tree's hanging branch. In that moment, my pyajama fell down and my wife, Jeeto, walked in.
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