An old man lived alone in the country. He wanted to dig his potatoe garden, but it was very difficult work as the ground was hard. His only son Fred, who used to help him, was in prison. The old man wrote a letter to his son and described his predicament: "Dear Fred: "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 too old to be digging up a garden plot. If you were here, all my troubles would be over; you would dig the plot for me. "Love, Dad" A few days later the old man 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, Fred." At 4:00 AM the next morning, FBI agents and local police arrived and dug up the entire area without finding any bodies. They apologized to the old man and left. Two days later 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 under the circumstances. "Love, Fred"