|A poor vagabond, traveling a country road in England, tired and hungry, came to a roadside Inn with a sign reading: 'GEORGE AND THE DRAGON'.|
He knocked. The Innkeeper's wife stuck her head out a window.
"Could ye spare some victuals?" he asked.
The woman glanced at his shabby clothes and obviously poor condition, "No!" she said rather sternly.
"Could I have a drink of water?"
"No!" she said again.
"Could I at least sleep in your stable then?"
"NO!" By this time she was fairly shouting.
The vagabond still continued, "Might I please...?"
"What *now*?" the woman interrupted impatiently.
"D'ye suppose," he asked... "I might have a word with George?"