An old man lived alone in Idaho. He wanted to spade his potatoe garden, but it was very hard work. His only son, Bubba, who used to help him was in prison. The old man wrote a letter to his son and described his predicament.
Dear Bubba,
I am feeling pretty bad because it looks like I won't be able to plant my potatoe garden this year. I'm just getting to be 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, dad, don't dig up that garden, that's where I buried the BODIES. Love Bubba
At 4 A.M. the next morning, FBI agents and local police showed up 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,
Go ahead and plant the potatoes now. That's the best I could do for you under the circumstances. Love Bubba
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