Robin Hood Turns Butcher

You know, Captain, I think it's time we had another Robin Hood story.

They're always so much fun, and I found one called Robin Hood the Butcher.

All right, get comfy.

Here we go.

Many years ago, Robin Hood and his band of merry men were living very quietly in Sherwood Forest.

They stayed well out of sight because Robin knew it wouldn't be wise to go to Nottingham, where there was the very angry sheriff.

But even though they kept hidden, they lived a happy, cheerful life in the forest.

They spent their days practicing archery, shooting arrows at wreaths hung from willow branches at the end of the clearing.

The leafy forest echoed with laughter and friendly teasing.

They also spent time wrestling and practicing with quarter staffs, growing stronger and more skilled every day.

Many months passed this way, and almost every day Robin thought about how he might settle the score with the sheriff.

At last, he grew restless from staying hidden so long.

One bright morning, he picked up his stout walking staff and set off to seek adventure.

He strolled happily along until he reached the edge of Sherwood Forest.

As he walked along the sunny road, he met a cheerful young butcher driving a fine mare and pulling a sturdy cart piled high with meat.

The butcher whistled merrily as he traveled along, for he was heading to the market and he was enjoying the fresh morning air.

"Good morning to you, friend," said Robin.

"You seem very happy this fine day." "And why shouldn't I be?" replied the butcher.

"I'm healthy and strong.

I have the loveliest girl in all Nottinghamshire, and next Thursday I'm going to marry her in the town of Loxley." "Loxley?" said Robin.

"I know that place very well.

I was born and raised there myself.

But tell me, where are you taking all that meat?" "To the market in Nottingham," said the butcher.

"I'm going to sell my beef and mutton.

But who are you, if you come from Loxley?" "People call me Robin Hood," said Robin.