The Potato Farmer

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