Monday, 24 January 2011

Potato Garden


              An old man lived alone. He wanted to spade his potato garden, but it was very hard work. His only son, who would have helped him, was in prison. The old man wrote a letter to his son and mentioned his predicament. 
              Shortly, he received this reply, “For HEAVEN’S SAKE Dad, don’t dig up that garden, that’s where I buried the GUNS!”
              At four am the next morning, a dozen police showed up and dug up the entire garden, without finding any guns. 
              Confused, the old man wrote another note to his son telling him what happened, and asking him what to do next. 
              His son’s reply was: “Now plant your potatoes, Dad. It’s the best I could do at this time.”

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