An old man lived alone in Texas . He wanted to spade his chili garden,
but it was very hard work. His only son, Francisco, who used to help him, was
in prison. The old man wrote a letter to his son and described his
predicament:
Oye Francisco,
I feeling pretty bat cuz I do not think I will be able to plant my
chili gardenz this year. I just getting too viejo to dig a garden, but if you waz
here, all mi problemas wood be over. I know you wood dig the plot for me. Siempre,
tu poppy.
A few days later he received a letter from his son:
Dear Poppy,
Por favor, no, don’t dig up the garden, that’s where I
buried the BODIES!
Love, Francisco.
At 4 a.m. the next morning, FBI agents and local police showed up 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 Poppy,
Go ahead and plant the chilis now. It’s the best I could do.
Love, Francisco.
