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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