“Well, now I’m going to sing to you, my good friends.” And he sang them some beautiful songs.
Soon Mrs Johnson called the singer.
“Well, sir, we’re ready.”
“Ready?” asked the singer. “What are you ready for?” “To listen to you,” said Mrs Johnson in an angry voice. “Listen to me? But I have already sung, and I’m afraid I shan’t be able to sing any more tonight.”
“Where did you sing?”
“In the kitchen. I always sing for those I have dinner with.”