Dick W. Story


An old man lived alone on a farm.  He wanted  to spade his Pumpkin
patch, but it was very hard work.  His only  son, who used to help 
him, was in prison.  The old man wrote a  letter to his son and 
described his predicament: 

Dear Son, 

I am feeling pretty bad because it looks like I  won't be able to plant 
my Giant Pumpkin garden this year.  I'm just  getting too old to be digging 
up 
garden plots.  If you were here, all my  troubles would be over.  I 
know you would dig the Pumpkin patch 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 Pumpkin  patch.  That's where I 
buried the bodies! 

Love, Son 

At 4:00 AM the next morning, F.B.I.  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 pumpkins now.  That's the best I could do under 
the circumstances. Good luck on that 1,500lb Dad!

Love, you son, Ronnie
PS- If you grow that big one, please put it in my  name.

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