The Potato Farmer

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An old man lived alone in the country. He wanted to
dig his potato garden
but it was very hard work as the ground was hard.
His only son, Fred, who
used to help him, was in prison. The old man wrote a
letter to his son and
described his predicament:

Dear Fred,

I am feeling pretty bad because it looks like I
won't be able to plant my
potato garden this year. I'm just getting too old to
be digging up a garden
plot. If you were here, all my troubles would be
over. I know you would dig
the plot for me.

Love, Dad

A few days later he received a letter from his son:

Dear Dad,

For heaven's sake, don't dig up that garden! That's
where I buried the
BODIES.

Love, Fred

At 4 am the next morning, FBI agents and local
police arrived and dug up the
entire area without finding any bodies. They

apologized to the old man and
left. That same day the old man received another
letter from his son:

Dear Dad,

Okay, you can plant the potatoes now. That was the
best I could do from
here.

Love, Fred