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
"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
"Oh," said the farmer, "you're looking for Jones the spy."