Prodigal Son

The need for the paddock to be cleared, was bad. The old man tried digging, but failed and he was sad. For he was too old and his son was no longer here. His son was innocent, but he was in jail for a year. He had written to his son, telling him about the field. Dad don’t dig there, that’s where the guns are concealed, Came his son’s reply. The old man didn’t understand. Days later a group of police arrived, shovels in hand. No guns were found, but a paddock was perfectly clear. A letter was sent, Sorry dad, best I could do stuck in here.