Author: Jeremy Teeuwsen


Old Jake lived alone in Eastern Newfoundland. He wanted to spade his potato garden, but it was very hard work. His only son, Mike, who used to help him, was in an Ontario prison.

The old man wrote a letter to his son and described his predicament:

Dear Mike,

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 CRYING OUT LOUD, don’t dig up the garden! That’s where I buried all them feckin’ BODIES!

Love, Mike

At 4 A. M. the next morning, a dozen agents from the R.C.M.P. along with local police officer 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, Mike

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