PERCY
BUTTONS
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 neighbor told me about
him. Every body 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.