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In a Scottish village the rumour runs that one of them will travel to London. Mr. Dunn appears on the doorstep of the future traveller and asks him to do him a favour: "Listen, my son Neal lives in London, and we have not had a message from him for two years. All I have is his address, London WC3." "I sure will find him," says the traveller and tucks away the scrap of paper Mr. Dunn holds out to him. When the traveller arrives at the airport of London he sees a sign "WC", says "aha", enters, counts the cabins: one two three, knocks on door number three, and asks: "Are you Nealy Dunn?" "Yes," is the answer from the inside "but I ran out of paper!" "Aw, that is a bad excuse for not writing to your parents for such a long time!!!!"

Rating: 5/10