There was an old man who lived alone not far from Baghdad. He wanted to plow his field, but it was very hard work. His only son, Rashid, who used to help him, was now in prison. The old man wrote a letter to his son and described his predicament.
Dear Rashid,
I am feeling pretty bad because it looks like I won't be able to plow my field this year. I'm just getting too old to be able to plow a field, and without any crop I will starve. If you were here, all my troubles would be over. I know you would plow the field for me.
Love,
Dad
A few days later he received a letter from his son.
Dad,
For heaven's sake, Dad, don't plow that field! That's where I buried the weapons of mass destruction!
Rashid
At 4 a. m. the next morning, a horde of occupational forces showed up and dug up the entire field without finding any weapons of mass destruction. They apologized to the old man and left.
That same day the old man received another letter from his son.
Dear Dad,
Go ahead and plant the crops now. That's the best I could do under the circumstances.
Love,
Rashid
-- Dotty Hull (adapted by Walter Deemer; Dotty's version was in Idaho)
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