Unlucky Much!
Walking through the forest on an empty stomach was not Much's favourite past time. But walking through the forest on an empty stomach when it was raining, was on a whole new level.
Honestly, he thought to himself, why go round the edges of the forest? The canopy was so thin there that there was no protection from the storm at all. Robin was so impossible sometimes. Much's belly gave an astonishingly loud grumble.
"Are you hungry Much?" Robin grinned "What an unusual occurrence, I think we should record this date in some sort of book. No, wait, better – hold an annual celebration in honour of this day." He laughed along with the other outlaws.
"You may laugh master but you wouldn't find it so funny if you hadn't eaten since yesterday." Much protested
"Much, I havent. None of us have!" Robin sniggered.
But before Much had time to reply, he tripped on a tree root and fell face first into a large, muddy puddle. The splash was bearly audible over the laughs of the other outlaws.
"Much, Much are you okay?" Djaq giggled, bending down to help him up.
Dripping with muddy water, his face dirty and his clothes soaked through, Much stood up.
"I'm glad you all find it so amuzing." He spluttered, marching ahead of them sternly.
About three hours later, the Outlaws had reached their destination. An old log cabin in a forest clearing. Inside they hadn't found a lot, and the important documents they had expected to be there weren't. However, it had stopped raining – and this had lifted Much's sprites. He was sat atop a rock whilst the group took rest.
"Look what I found!" Will called out from inside the cabin. He stuck his head out of the door. "A loaf of bread. Catch Much!" And a block of rock hard bread was caught by a dissapointed Much.
"It's all mouldy! Too mouldy even for me. It's got cobwebs for Christ's sake!" Much whined.
"What can you do with mouldy bread?" Allan asked in jest.
"Oh Much, when we used to have uneatable food there was always something you could do with it!" Robin chuckled. "I know! An archery competition!"
"Oh come on Robin, we all know who'd win that!" Will smiled
"Okay then, I won't play. I'll throw the bread into the air and you have to shoot it!" Robin called back, chucking Allan his bow and arrows and getting into position.
"Looks like I'm first then!" Allan laughed, taking aim.
"Three, two, one … Go!" They yelled togethor.
Robin threw the loaf and Allan pierced it in the corner with the arrow. Robin caught the bread and pulled out the arrow.
"Not bad. Alright, Djac, your go!"
The gang competed for a while. Djaq did just as well as Allan. Will did even better, hitting the loaf dead centre. Little John didn't do that well, he hit the bread but the arrow didn't pierce it. And then it was Much's turn.
"You know I was amazing at this whenever me and master used to play" Much boasted.
Robin had thrown a confused look at the other outlaws and they had all burst out laughing. He through the bread up, but despite Much's boast he missed it completely. Behind him the gang were in fits.
"Just, Just warming up." Much blushed. A crowd of crows flew overhead and then swooped towards the bread and started peaking. Much sneezed.
"Crows bloody crows. I'm allergic" He sneezed again "I hate crows!" Much cursed. And just at that moment a blob of white crow poo landed on his right shoulder.
Holding back a snigger, Will shouted "Looks like they don't like you either, Much!"