Reginald

Good day Sirs and Madams. My name is Reginald, I ask that you refrain from calling me names such as Regie as I find the name rather deplorable. Now that small matter is dealt with I shall continue my tale.

I was out this fine afternoon on my daily stroll around the neighbourhood gardens with my pet bear Zappidydap and what do I behold but a rather crude looking gentleman in gaudy attire who is flanked by the most extraordinarily odd group who he kept rather vulgarly referring to them as "his lovelies"

Now as you can imagine I could not allow such a travesty to befall these elegant streets so we marched up to him. I held my cane aloft and declared. "Get out of here you ruffian" I am rather pleased with myself on that one. That belligerent blowhard probably thought the wrath of god was about to befall him, or so I had assumed. Instead he looked me dead in the eyes and responded rather angelically "Me Hodor, this my cat, these my lovelies, we be friends?" I would lie if I said I was not taken aback, I told him I would have to think about it before retreating to my humble abode with Zappidydap close behind, roaring his displeasure at the pace of our now frantic skipping.