A large plane crashed on a large farm, north of Calafate Airport.
The local Gendermaria mobilised a team and they eventually arrived at the farm.
By that time, the aircraft was totally destroyed, with only a burned out fuselage left smouldering in a tree line bordering the farm.
The Head of the Gendermaria and his men entered the crash site, but could find no remains of anyone.
Then they spotted the farmer ploughing a field not far away, as if nothing had happened.
They hurried over to the man's tractor.
"Juan" the Gendarmeria chief yelled, out of breath. "Did you see this terrible plane crash happen?"
"Yep, sure did" the farmer mumbled as he cut the tractor's engine.
"Do you realise THAT was the President's 737?"
"Yep".
"Were there any survivors?"
"Nope. They all got killed straight out". The farmer answered. "Buried them all myself. Took me most of the morning".
"The President is DEAD?" The constable asked.
"Well..." the farmer grumbled, restarting his tractor "she kept saying she wasn't. But you know what a lying bastard she is!"