Looking For Murphy The Spy
A secret agent was sent to Ireland to pick up some sensitive information from an
agent named 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,” the agent said, “I’m looking for a man named Murphy.”
“Well, you’re in luck,” said the farmer. “As it happens, there’s a village right
over the hill where the baker is named Murphy, the butcher is named Murphy, and
three widows are named Murphy. Matter of fact, my name is Murphy.”
Aha, the agent thought, 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 in the other direction.”