robin hood said good night and went up to his room.
he felt that he had deserved better.
all he wanted was to be free.
the same bird was sitting in his window as the night before.
he wondered if the bird was indigenous to north america.
robin hood knew he was not some kind of genius.
he had seen and done bad things on occasion.
the bird flew away, but it would be back.
robin hood had a good mind to run away and join the circus.
and have some extraordinary adventures.
he thought of mr halley at the general store with his authoritarian ways.
and he remenbered the old days riding with pancho villa and genghis khan.
he looked under his pillow.
no one had left a twenty dollar bill under it.
or even a nickel.
or a lousy dime.
robin hood decided to write his memoirs.
he still had the old family bible that jesse james gave him.
there were a couple of blank pages in the back of the bible.
but he did not have a pencil.
he went back downstairs to ask mrs murphy for a pencil.
but she was nowhere to be found.
neither were any of the other boarders.
not even stonewall jackson or annie oakley.
it was all very strange.
everything was strange.
out in distance, a nameless beast howled.
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