[RubHer Yellow Ducky]

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> An old Italian lived alone in New Jersey .
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>
He wanted to plant his annual tomato garden, but it was very difficult
work,
as the ground was hard. His only son, Vincent, who used to help him,
was in
prison. The old man wrote a letter to his son and described
his
predicament:
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>
> Dear Vincent,
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> I am
feeling pretty sad, because it looks like I won't be able to
plant my tomato
garden this year. I'm just getting too old to be digging up
a garden plot. I
know if you were here my troubles would be over. I know
you would be happy to
dig the plot for me, like in the old days.
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> Love,
Papa
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>
> A few days later he received a letter from his
son:
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> Dear Pop,
> Don't dig up that garden.
> That's
where the bodies are buried
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> Love ,
Vinnie
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>
> At 4 a.m. the nex t morning, FBI agents and local
police arrived and
dug up the entire area without finding any bodies.
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They apologized to the old man and left. Later that same day the old
man
received a telegram from his son.
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>
> Dear Pop,
> Go
ahead and plant the tomatoes now. That's the best I could do under
the
circumstances.
>
> Love you,
Vinnie