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.
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.