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Working without touching – Nice Small story

An old man lived alone in small village in India . He wanted to spade his potato garden, but it was very hard work. His only son, who would have helped him, was in prison. The old man sent a telegram to his son and mentioned his situation.
Dear Son,
I am feeling pretty bad because it looks like I won’t be able to plant my potato garden this year. I hate of doing the garden work due to my old age, moreover your mother is no more, or else we used to do it together I’m just getting too old to be digging up a garden plot.  If you were here, all my troubles would have been over.
Shortly, the old man received this telegram:
“For Heaven’s sake, Dad, don’t dig up the garden!! The Guns may be buried there !!!!”
With love
Son 

The next morning, A dozen FBI agents and local police officers showed up and dug up the entire garden without finding any guns.
Confused, the old man sent another telegram to his son telling him what is this, why you did this nasty things and police came and asked me so many questions, and they digged all the field and went but didn’t find any Guns which you mentioned.

His son’s reply was:”Go ahead and plant your potatoes, Dad. It’s the best I could do for you from here.”

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  • ME

    Can anyone introduce me to this guy? I got lots of favors to ask from where he is!

  • musa

    that’s a smart kid, I love painless solution to problems

  • M.A.C

    :D
    I Love it xD
    Thanks Admin ;)
    Keep it up

  • shajahan

    nice story, if any father have this type of sons,they can eat ARIYUNDA also.brilliant son

  • abdulrauf

    very nice story i learn how to face the problems easily by this story

  • Mirza

    I heard that this is not a joke but really happened in US with a muslim family whose son was caught by cops on doubt of suspect (as usual)

  • Mohsin

    Very nice story i enjoyed it alot

  • http://Website Abdulfatah Salahudeen

    That was cool….

  • http://Website M. Dawar

    It was a nice joke

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