AIR FORCE ONE AND THE FARMER

AIR FORCE ONE CRASHED IN THE MIDDLE OF

RURAL AMERICA. PANIC STRICKEN,

THE SECRET SERVICE MOBILIZED AND

DESCENDED ON THE FARM IN FORCE.

WHEN THEY GOT THERE,

THE WRECKAGE WAS CLEAR.

THE AIRCRAFT WAS TOTALLY DESTROYED,

WITH ONLY A BURNED HULK LEFT SMOLDERING

IN A TREE LINE THAT BORDERED A FARM.

THE SECRET SERVICE DESCENDED UPON THE

SMOKING HULK BUT COULD FIND NO REMAINS

OF THE CREW OR THE PRESIDENT'S STAFF.

TO THEIR AMAZEMENT, A LONE FARMER

WAS PLOUGHING A FIELD NOT TOO FAR AWAY

AS IF NOTHING AT ALL HAPPENED.

THEY HURRIED OVER TO SURROUND THE

MAN'S TRACTOR.

"SIR," THE SENIOR SECRET SERVICE AGENT ASKED,

PANTING AND OUT OF BREATH.

"DID YOU SEE THIS TERRIBLE ACCIDENT HAPPEN?"

"YEP. SURE DID." THE MAN MUTTERED

UNCONCERNEDLY.

"DO YOU REALIZE THAT IS THE PRESIDENT

OF THE UNITED STATES' AIRPLANE?"

"YEP."

"WERE THERE ANY SURVIVORS?"

THE AGENT GASPED. "NOPE.

THEY'S ALL KILT STRAIGHT OUT."

THE FARMER SIGHED CUTTING OF HIS

TRACTOR MOTOR.

"I DONE BURIED THEM ALL MYSELF.

TOOK MOST OF THE MORNING."

"THE PRESIDENT OF THE UNITED STATES IS DEAD?"

THE AGENT GULPED IN DISBELIEF.

"YEP, HE KEPT A-SAYING HE WASN'T

BUT YOU KNOW WHAT A LIAR HE IS!"