It was a gloomy day in the city of london, and Mr. Scrooge is finishing up his dinner in the cold, dark, melancholy tavern. As he was about to head to the outhouse, a beggar came up to him and pleaded, “Sir, would ye’ be kind enough to spare me a few pence for a small Christmas dinner,” “Humbug! The prisons have plenty of food, so go there!” Scrooge countered. “But Sir, I have a family to feed, so I can’t go there,”cried the beggar. Scrooge shewed the beggar away, but he still blocked the doorway. Out of anger Scrooge pushed the poor beggar away. Scrooge finished his business and headed back to the tavern to finish his dinner to find it being eaten by the beggar. “That is my dinner you scoundrel!” Scrooge yelled. “I shall send ye’ to