Earth's Trophy

"What is it that you ladies really want," said their boss, Joe P. Clause. "Every Christmas the two of you mope and complain. What's the problem? Is it something that I've done?" For ten years the routine never changed. Just after Thanksgiving, both Jane Walkingface and Judy Littlefoot, would suddenly enter their personal world of depression. Even back on the reservation, their unhappiness would attract the attention of the great chief himself, Junpingfrog Longreign. Joe and Chief Longreign would discuss the ladies great seasonal depression often. This year whey would get to the bottom of secret sadness of Jane and Judy. Joe promised the chief that he would not let the women leave the office until they told him why the two of them suffered each year form their annual depression. Both he and the chief were determined to end the ladies Christmas depression and bring them out into the world of holiday wonder and happiness.

"I know that you both have some hidden reason for your spoiling Christmas for yourselves. Tell me what's so sad this year?" Jane and Judy gave him one of their infamous blank looks. "I insist. You two will not be going home tonight until we speak. You're paid well; you have beautiful homes on the reservation, you both have beautiful children and you both have countless reasons to enjoy the season like everyone else does. What the hell is wrong with you two?"

Jane and Judy both looked at each other, and for the first time Joe saw something threatening in their eyes. There was something plan silly in their expressions, silly but threatening. Then Jane stood up, walked up to Joe's desk, picked up the small flag that was mounted on top of his computer and threw it across the office. The flag and its brass base stuck Joe's trophy display case and shattered the glass. Judy got up, walked over to Jane and put out her hand for a quick slap of five. Then Judy walked over tho the case and reached in and grabbed on of Joe's golf trophies. The one sided smile that spread across her face looked as wicked as a snake. She winked at Jane, walked over tho the window behind Joe's great oak desk and tossed the trophy through the window which shattered into a billion bits of glass as if the window was hit by hand grenade.

Joe ran over to the window screaming, "Are you nuts?" He leaned out the window and saw his childhood trophy land on the sidewalk ten stories below and splatter on the sidewalk. "You ladies need some serious medication. I've heard of folks going crazy, but never as pairs!" He turned around, took a step toward Jane and began to laugh. "So, ladies, where the hell are we going with this?"

Jane walked behind Joe's desk and sat down. "Joe," she said tilting her head to look at the shattered display case, 'whose world is this?"

"I don't care at this point whose world it is; you ladies are going to compensate me for the damage done in this office," said Joe making a fist and pointing to the display case.

"How about compensating us," said Jane as she put her feet on the desk and placed her hands behind her head. "Once again, whose world is this? Jerk, is it really a man's world?"

"All the evolutionary data indicates that it is, girls. Is that the dumb reason for this seasonal nonsense?"

"Name one country in the world that is entirely run by women?" said Judy as she walked up to Joe. "And if you can't; we have a seasonal riddle for you"

"Little lady, I can't and I'm glad I can't. Problem is that we let you girls out of the kitchen. Now what's the riddle?"

"Who jumped over the moon" said Jane.

"What?"

"Who jumped over the moon?" the women said in unison.

"Well," said Joe, after a long moment, "I guess the cow."

Joe never saw Judy crawl behind him. After Jane pushed him over Judy's back through the window; he couldn't believe that the last sounds he would hear as he was falling backwards were the words yelled at him with glee as Judy and Jane leaned out to watch him tumble to join his trophy, "And the little dog laughed to see such sport..."