A woman lived alone on her family farm in Texas. She wanted to spade her potato garden, but it was very hard work. Her only son, Joe, who used to help her, was in prison. The woman wrote a letter to her son and described her predicament.

'Dear Joe,
I am feeling pretty bad because it looks like I won't be able to plant my 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. I know you would dig the plot for me. Love, Mom'

A few days later she received a letter from her son.

'Dear Mom,
For heaven's sake, Mom, don't dig up that garden, that's where I buried the BODIES. Love, Joe'

A 4 a.m. the next morning, F.B.I. agents and local pokice showed up and dug up the entire area without finding any bodies. They apologized to the lady and left. That same day the lady received another letter from her son.

'Dear Mom,
Go ahed and plant the garden now. That's the best I could do under the circumstances. Love, Joe'