Disclaimer: I do not own Robin Hood or Much. I've earned nothing from this endeavor but the pleasure that comes from the writing and the possibility of a nice comment or two.
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The Purpose of Chatter
The journey back to England had been quiet.
Too quiet. Much hated the quiet.
Even the roar of the sea could not drown the sounds that filled his mind in the silences.
The growling of his hungry stomach.
The crunch of sand beneath his feet.
The clashing and clanging of the swords.
The screams of the horses.
The moans of the wounded.
The gurgle and sigh of death.
The broken sobs of his master.
Much could no longer stand the silence. He surged to his feet and started pacing. And then singing. At the top of his lungs. Much to everyone's annoyance. But he didn't care right then, because he really just couldn't take the quiet any longer.
~ Fin ~
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