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This is Mr. Parsons. On his way to an important meeting, he enjoys the warm summer day.
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| Ahh...what a lovely day to be alive. | |
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Suddenly, he hears a clack-clacking behind him. With a surge of pity, he realizes it is a blind begger asking for money.
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With a sigh, Mr. Parsons turned around.
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| Guv'nor, I've got just the thing for you. Here, 'tis the best cigarette lighter in town. | |
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| Oh, dear, I know he can't see me, but honestly. Do I look like someone who smokes? | |
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