Old Sean lived alone in Northern Ireland. He wanted to dig his potato
>>>>
>>>>>> garden, but it was very hard work. His only son, Mick, who used to
>>>>>> help him, was in an English prison.
>>>>>>
>>>>>> The old man wrote a letter to his son and described his predicament:
>>>>>>
>>>>>> Dear Mick,
>>>>>> I am feeling a mite down because it looks like I won't be able to
>>>>>> plant me potato 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, Dad
>>>>>>
>>>>>> A few days later he received a letter from his son:
>>>>>>
>>>>>> Dear Father,
>>>>>> For CHRIST'S SAKE, don't dig up the garden! That's where I buried all
>>>>
>>>>>> them bleedin' BODIES!
>>>>>> Love, Mick.
>>>>>>
>>>>>> At 4 A.M. the next morning, a dozen agents from Scotland Yard and
>>>>>> local police officers showed up and dug up the entire garden down to
>>>> a
>>>>>> depth of about six feet. That evening, not finding any bodies, they
>>>>>> apologized to the old man and left.
>>>>>>
>>>>>> The next day the old man received another letter from his son:
>>>>>>
>>>>>> Dear Father,
>>>>>> Go ahead and plant yer spuds now. It's the best I could do under the
>>>>>> circumstances.
>>>>>> Love, Mick
>>>>
>>>>>> garden, but it was very hard work. His only son, Mick, who used to
>>>>>> help him, was in an English prison.
>>>>>>
>>>>>> The old man wrote a letter to his son and described his predicament:
>>>>>>
>>>>>> Dear Mick,
>>>>>> I am feeling a mite down because it looks like I won't be able to
>>>>>> plant me potato 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, Dad
>>>>>>
>>>>>> A few days later he received a letter from his son:
>>>>>>
>>>>>> Dear Father,
>>>>>> For CHRIST'S SAKE, don't dig up the garden! That's where I buried all
>>>>
>>>>>> them bleedin' BODIES!
>>>>>> Love, Mick.
>>>>>>
>>>>>> At 4 A.M. the next morning, a dozen agents from Scotland Yard and
>>>>>> local police officers showed up and dug up the entire garden down to
>>>> a
>>>>>> depth of about six feet. That evening, not finding any bodies, they
>>>>>> apologized to the old man and left.
>>>>>>
>>>>>> The next day the old man received another letter from his son:
>>>>>>
>>>>>> Dear Father,
>>>>>> Go ahead and plant yer spuds now. It's the best I could do under the
>>>>>> circumstances.
>>>>>> Love, Mick
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