An old black man lived alone in the country. He wanted to dig his yearly
collard green garden, but it was always very hard work for him because
the ground was hard. His only son, Junebug Jankins III, who used to help
him, was in prison. The old man wrote a letter to his son and described
his predicament.
I am feeling pretty bad because it look like I won't be able to plant my
collard green garden this year. I'm just getting too old to be digging
up a garden plot. If you were here my troubles would be over. I know you
would dig the plot for me.
At 4 a.m. the next morning, FBI agents and local police arrived and dug
up the entire area without finding any bodies. They apologized to the
old man and left. That same day the old man received another letter from
his son.
