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 an eighbour 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.