An old man lived alone in Â Sydney. He wanted to spade his
vegetable garden, but it was very hard work. His only son, Bubba, who Â used
to help him, was in prison.
The old man wrote a letter Â to his son and described his predicament:
I am feeling pretty bad Â because it looks like I won't be able to
potato garden this year. I'm Â just getting too old to be digging up
garden plot. If you were here, all my Â troubles would be over. I know
would dig the plot for me.
A few days later he received Â a letter from his son...
For heaven's sake, dad, Â don't dig up that garden, that's where I
At 4A.M . the next morning, Â F.B.I. agents and local police showed
dug up the entire area without Â finding any bodies. They apologised
old man and left.
That same day the old man Â received another letter from his son.
Go ahead and plant the Â potatoes now.
(It was the best I could do Â under the circumstances)
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