I have just moved to a house in Brich Street. Yesterday a beggar knocked my door, he asked me for a meal and a glass of bear. In return for this, the beggar stood on his head and sang songs. I gave him the meal, he ate the food and drank the bear, then he put a a piece of cheese in his pocket and went away. Later, a neighbour told me about him, everybody knows him, his name is Persin Buttons, he calls everyhouse in the street once a month, and always asked for a meal and a glass of bear.