An old man lived alone in the country. He wanted to dig his yearly garden, but it was always very hard work for him because the ground was hard. His only son, Junebug Jankin who used to help him, was in prison.
The old man wrote a letter to his son and described his predicament:
Dear Junebugg Jankins the III,
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 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 Daddy Jankins,
Whatever you do, don't dig up that garden. That's where I buried the BODIES.
Love,
Junebugg Jankins, III.
At 4 a.m. 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. That same day the old man received another letter from his son.
Dear Daddy Jankins,
You can go ahead and plant the garden now. That's
the best I could do under the circumstances.
Love ,
Junebugg, III.
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