An old Arab man lived alone in Idaho. He wanted to
spade his potato garden, but it was very hard work.
His only son, Abdul, who used to help him, was being
held by the FBI for aiding and abetting terrorists.
The old man wrote a letter to his son and described
his predicament.

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 4 a.m. the next morning, F.B.I. agents and local
police showed up and
dug up the entire area without finding any weapons.
They apologized to the oldman and left. That same day
the old man received another letter from his son.

Dear Dad, Go ahead and plant the potatoes now. That's
the best I could do under the circumstances. Love,
Abdul.