An old farmer wrote 2
his son in prison.
Dis year I wont b able 2 plant
potatoes cos I can't dig the field,
I knw if u wer here u
would help me.
D son wrote back, Dad,
dont even think of diggin d field
cos dat's where I buried d money
I stole.
The Police read d letter & d next
day d
whole field was dug by
police lookin 4 d money but
nothin
was found.
D following day the son wrote
again,
Now plant ur potatoes,
Dad..It's the best I can do frm
here...!