Air Force One

[WillyL]

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.

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 plowing 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. Ah 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 over in my trash hole. Took most of the morning."

"You mean the President of the United States is DEAD?" The agent gulped in disbelief.

"Yep, he is now. He kept saying he wasn't as I pushed the dirt in, but you know what a liar he always is, so I didn't believe a word he said."