I've just moved to a new house on Bridge Street. Yesterday, some man knocked at my door. He asked for a meal and a glass of beer. In exchange, he did a headstand and sang some songs. He ate the meal and drank the beer. Then, he put a slice of cheese into his pocked and walked away.
My neighbour talked to me about him in the afternoon. Everybody knows him. His name is Peter Smith. He visits every house on our street every month and asks for a meal and a glass of beer.
