An old man lived alone in Armagh.
He wanted to dig his potato garden,
but it was very hard work.
His only son, Tommy, who used to help him, was in prison.
The old man wrote a letter to his son and mentioned his predicament.
Dear Tommy, I am feeling pretty bad because
it looks like I won’t be able to plant
my 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 Dad, ‘For Heaven’s SAKE, Dad,
don’t dig up the garden! That’s where I buried the GUNS!’ Love, Tommy.
At 6am, the next morning, a dozen security agents
and local police officers showed up
and dug up the entire area without finding
any guns. They apologised to the old man and left.
That same day the old man received another
letter from his son.
Dear Dad, Go ahead and plant the potatoes now.
It’s the best I could do under the circumstances.
Love, Tommy.
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