An old man in jungleland, wanted to plant a ganja garden, but it was difficult work, as the ground was hard.
His only son who used to help him, was in prison.
The old man wrote a letter to his son:
I am feeling sad because I won't be able to plant my ganja garden this year. I'm too old already. I know if you were here, you would happily dig the plot for me, like in the old days.
A few days later, he received a letter from his son.
Don't dig up that garden. That's where the bodies are buried.
At 4 am the next morning, SB agents and police arrived and dug up the entire area without finding any bodies. They apologised to the old man and left.
That day, he received another letter from his son:
Go ahead and plant the ganja now. That's the best I could do under the circumstances.