{"localization":"The son of a peasant is taken into custody because he is suspected of murder and finds himself being fed and laundered at the expense of the princess. \n His father is annoyed for the work on the farm he has to do alone, sends him this missive: \n \n My dear son \n I do not know how I will do the work on the farm without you. Plowing, sowing and reaping will be impossible for me this year and my fields will soon be finished *. \n I miss you my dear son. \n Your father who adores you. \n \n Some days later our man receives this letter. \n My dear papa, \n I beg you, above all, do not plow the fields, this is where I buried all the corpses of my victims. So please, if you love me don\u0026#39;t do anything. \n Affectionately, your loving thread. \n \n The next day an army of gendarmes arrives on the scene with machines and begins to return all the land of the old peasant. Unfortunately, they can\u0026#39;t find anything and have to apologize to the farmer for the inconvenience. Some time later, the dad receives this missive. \n \n \u0026#39;\u0026#39; My dear dad, \n This is all I could do here to help you. \n Affectionately, your son who loves you. \u0026#39;\u0026#39; \n \n * Fine, old terms for fallow land? Abandoned fields where the grass grows freely, or voluntarily so that the earth regains the hair of the beast.","ok":true}