An old
man lived alone in Minnesota. He needed to spade his potato garden, however, it
was diligent work. His only son, who used to help him, was in jail. The old man
decided to write a letter to his son to share his situation:
Dear
Son,
I am
feeling really bad in light of the fact that it would seem that I won't have
the capacity to plant my potato crop this year. I prefer not to miss doing it
in light of the fact that your mom constantly adored planting time. I'm too old
to plough the land and I am missing you. If you were here, then all my troubles
will vanish. I know you would plough the
plot for me, in the event that you weren't in jail.
Love,
Father
After
few days, the old man received this telegram: 'For Heaven's purpose, Dad, don't
uncover the garden!! That is the place I covered the GUNS!!'
At 4
a.m. the following morning, twelve FBI operators and nearby cops showed up and
uncovered the whole garden without finding any weapons.
Confused
by the situation, the old man wrote another telegram to his son to know what to
do next.
His
son's answer was: 'Simply plant your potatoes, Dad. It's all the better I could
accomplish for you, from here.'
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