The tomato garden

Here’s a completely random story I heard the other day:

The Tomato Garden

An old Italian man lived alone in the country. He wanted to dig his tomato garden, but it was very hard work as the ground was hard. His only son, Vincenzo, who used to help him, was in prison. The old man wrote a letter to his son and described his predicament:

Dear Vincenzo,

I’m feeling pretty bad because it looks like I won’t be able to plant my tomato garden this year. I’m getting too old to be digging up a garden plot. If you were here, my troubles would be over. I know you’d dig the garden for me.

Love,
Papa

A few days later, he received a letter from his son:

Dear Papa,

I’d do anything for you Papa, except dig up that garden. That’s where I buried the bodies.

Love,
Vinnie

At 4:00 the next morning, FBI and local police arrived and dug up the entire area without finding any bodies. They apologized to the old man and left. The next day, the old man received another letter from his son:

Dear Papa,

Go ahead and plant the tomatoes now. That’s the best I could do under the circumstances.

Love,
Vinnie

Woah, that was not the typical Ben ending I was expecting! Nice job on humor.

Loved this story! Made me laugh. Good job Ben!

Liz: Well, seeing as I didn’t actually write it, that’s not too unexpected. :P (But I do need to do a better job at avoiding these “typical Ben endings.” :))

Megan: Thanks. :)