An old Arab man
lived alone in
"Dear Abdul,
I am feeling pretty bad because it looks like I won't 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.
Your Dad,
Mohammad.
"
A few days
later he received a letter from his son.
"Dear Dad,
For heaven’s sake, don't dig up that garden, that's
where I buried the biological weapons.
Love,
Abdul. "
At
"Dear Dad,
Go ahead and plant the potatoes now. That's the best I could do under the
circumstances.
Love,
Abdul. "