AN IRISH JOKE

A secret agent was sent to Ireland to pick up some very
sensitive information from an agent called Murphy. His
instructions were to walk around town using a code phrase
until he met his fellow agent. He found himself on a
desolate country road and finally ran into a farmer.

"Hello, said the agent, "I'm looking for a man called
Murphy."

"Well you're in luck," said the farmer. "As it happens,
there's a village right over the hill where a butcher is
called Murphy, the baker is named Murphy, and three widows
are called Murphy. In fact, my name is Murphy."

"Aha," thought the agent, "here's my man." So he whispered
the secret code: "The sun is shining ... the grass is
growing ... the cows are ready for milking."

"Oh," said the farmer, "you're looking for Murphy the spy.
He's in the village over the other direction."