An old Italian gentleman lived alone in New Jersey. He wanted to plant his annual tomato garden, but it was very difficult work, because the ground was hard. His only son Vincent, who used to help him was in prison. One day, the old man wrote a letter to his son and described his predicament:
Dear Vincent,
I am feeling depressed lately because it looks like I won’t be able to plant my tomato garden this year. I’m just getting too old to be digging up a garden plot. I know if you were here, my troubles would be over. I know you would be happy to dig the plot for me, like in the old days.
Love,
Papa
A few days later he received a letter from his son.
Dear Papa
Don’t dig up that garden. That’s where the bodies are buried
Love,
Vinnie
At 4AM the next day, the FBI agents surrounded the house of the old man and local police arrived and dug up the entire area but found no bodies. They apologised to the old man and left. The following day, the old man received another letter from his son.
Dear Papa,
Go ahead an plant the tomatoes now. That’s the best I could do under the circumstances.
Love you,
Vinnie.
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