Jim was in prison and his dad sends him a letter,

"I hope you are ok and feeling much better.

I have no-one to weed my garden now that you are not here,

The weeds are out of control I painfully do  fear."

"Dad you can't weed the garden thats where I buried the dough!"

The police intercepted the letters and were soon in the know.

A forsenic team was sent out to dig up the plot,

A free garden makeover Jim's dad had got.