An Old man wrote his only son, who was sitting in Prison.
He wrote; 'Son the winter has been hard on me and I'm getting too old an sore to dig up the field and pant the taters, I don't know what will become of me!', Well God bless and stay on the strait son" your paw.
A few days later he received a letter back from his son, in it he wrote to his paw the following; 'Sorry to hear about your health paw but don't fret. I'm glad you can't dig the field cause that's were I buried the bodies.' your son.
The old man scratched his head a bit, as he folded the letter, then stood up as he heard the wail of police sirens getting louder.
After five days the Son got a new letter from his paw; 'Glory be son, what a big commotion ya missed. Them thar Sheriffs must of heard about them buried bodies. They spent two whole days diggin the entire field up. But there wern't no bodies no where. I think ya hit your head son. Be careful now I got ta plant them taters while the dirt is still turned!' Woo hoo
The Son rested back on his bunk and said a silent prayer; 'Thank you Lord, I really had no other choice but ta ask for your help, Amen'
