"Horst, yes do come in. Won't you follow me to the kitchen-I've got a bouillabaisse simmering and I've forgotten to add the orange rind."
"It smells heaven sent-Yah, I had such a lovely dinner last night and it pains me to bother you now with my unfortunate news Mews." Horst takes a seat looking glum.
"Oh dear, has something happened?" Mews asks after tasting his broth. Horst pulls a piece of paper out from his sweater and hands it to Mews.
"I received this under my door this morning." Mews takes the note and reads it: "Get lost dog! Go back to Bavaria!" Mews shakes his head and takes a seat as Horst continues. "Like I said, I hate to bother you with this but I feel quite shaken and honestly, I feel a little frightened. Do you have any idea who might be behind this?"
"Hmm. I'm not sure. But I'm going to get to the bottom of this, Horst. This note is not representative of my building and indeed, my city of Portland. I shall do some sniffing around and get to the bottom of this vexing mystery. In the meantime, pull up a chair. I shan't allow you to leave tonight without some stew and some reassuring companionship."
"Mews, you are quite the gentleman. I must say if it weren't for you I might be packing up my bags."