Kids into books: The new kid at school

Knock! Knock!

"Who's there?" Fergus bellowed from inside the hovel.

"A poor minstrel!" came a voice from out in the blizzard.

"A poor minstrel who?" Fergus called.

"Please I am freezing!" cried the minstrel. "This is no time for a joke."

"Pity!" Fergus yelled. "There's nothing I like more than a good knock knock!"

He yanked open the door. There stood a snow-covered man with a lute and a pack slung over his shoulder. Icicles hung from his nose and ears. His lips were blue from the cold.

"Be gone, varlet!" Fergus shouted through his dirty yellow beard. "There is no room here!"

Fergus spoke the truth. His whole hovel was but one cramped room, which he shared with his wife, Molwena, and their thriteen sons.