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An old man lived alone in Cape Town . He wanted to spade his potato
garden, but it was very hard work. His only son, Clemence, who used to
help him, was in Polsmoor Prison. The old man wrote a letter to his
son and described his predicament.
"Dear Clemence, 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,
Papa"

A few days later he received a letter from his son.
"Dear Papa, For heaven's sake, Papa, don't dig up that garden, that's
where I buried the BODIES. Love, Clemence"
At 4 A.M. the next morning, the Scorpion Unit, NIA agents and local
police showed up and dug up the entire area without finding any bodies.
They apologised to the old man and left. That same day the old man
received another letter from his son.
"Dear Papa, Go ahead and plant the potatoes now. That's the best I could
do under the circumstances. Love Clemence."