I have just moved to a house in Bridge

Street. Yesterday a beggar knocked at my

door. He asked me for a meal and a glass

of beer. In return for this, the beggar

stood on his head and sang songs. I gave

him a meal. He ate the food and drank

the beer. Then he put a piece of cheese

in his pocket and went away. Later a

neighbour told me about him. Everybody

knows him. His name is Percy Buttons.

He calls at every house in the street once

a month and always asks for a meal and a

glass of beer.