Jones

[joseyclosey]

During the Second World War an American secret service agent was

sent to Wales to pick up some very sensitive information from an

agent called Jones. 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 where he ran into

a farmer.

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

"Well you're in luck boy-o," said the farmer, "there's lots of

folk named Jones 'round here. There's Jones the butcher, Jones

the baker, Jones the blacksmith, why even my name is Jones."

"Aha," thought the agent, "this could be 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 Jones the spy."