Once Murphy dreamt the strangest dream.
A stranger came up to him in a bar, and said: “You will have three daughters.”
And Murphy replied: “That is beautiful to hear; but how could that be? I am not married to any wedded wife. Nor can that ever come about; for I am a detective, and in no wise permitted to marry.” And Murphy went sorrowing away.
Yet the next day -- There there were! His daughters three: Poverty, Chastity, and Obedience. And Murphy loved his daughters, with his whole heart.
Poverty, Chastity, and Obedience were their names; and they were
=> as lovely as the day is long;
=> as high as the moon in the sky;
=> as deep as the fish in the sea.
Life with them was not always easy; being a parent seldom is, and he had little enough of his own that he might share. But he loved them, and served them, till he grew old in their service, and ancient of days. His hair grew very white, and his mind grew very tired.
Then when his time came to depart this life, his daughters laid him tenderly in his shroud, and wrapped him with their gentle hands.
Murphy told this dream to his brother, Joey; and Joey did not know what that dream might mean. But he did know one thing: “That is a very good dream, Murphy,” Joey said.
And so they gave thanks for that nice strange dream.
They give thanks for many, many things.
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