Yesterday evening, when I went to town with my mother, we met a strange old man. It was raining hard and we had no umbrella. We were trying to get into a taxi when he came up to us. He was carrying a nice umbrella and said that he would give it to us for only a pound. He said he had forgotten his wallet and needed taxi fare to go back home. My mother didn't believe what he had said at first, and asked him a lot of questions. But she finally gave him a pound. However, the old man didn't get into a taxi. We follow him and found he went into a pub and bought himself a glass of whiskey with the pound. After he drank it, he put on his hat and took up one of the many wet umbrellas there and went off. Soon after that, he sold it again.
