Robin Hood's Merry adventures

The sun shown brightly over Sherwood forest in the merry times of the famous Robin Hood.

Now we all know that their is many many ways the story go's and many ways it ends but mine is very different.

Now I know a lot of you wont like this story but you should just live though it!

Robin had been born with a happy mother and father but at the age of three he had scurried off to the forests and had been lost. This is where my story parts so fare away from the others...

AND SO BEGINS ROBINS ADVENTURE IN SHERWOOD FOREST

CHAPTER one Robins first adventure.

The sound of running water flowed though his ears and they perked up and he stopped his constant trekking.He was thirsty.VERY thirsty.So thirsty he could risk being coght by the Sheriff and his men.

So slowly he trudged over a small hill and over to the small water bank and cupped his hands and raised the fresh liquid to his chapped lips.

After finishing with that he kept walking wind playing with his hair, as a bow was clutched in his hand and arrows bumped agensed his back. He smiled once seeing the forest not far away from the constant field of green grass, soon he would be with the other out laws. Until he saw something in the dictenc. A small bundle of blankets , it seemed, was laying their on the shore but by the small hand perking out he knew it to be something more different.

Quickly he made his way over to the small child who was wearing tattered cloths of what seemed to used to be fine cloth and was socking wet.The child looked like he hadn't a good meal in many days and was as pale as the moon.

Picking the young boy up he cradled him carefully in his arms. It was high time that he return to Sherwood Forest where he and many other outlaws found refugee.

Hurriedly he got to his feet and started to run the long way, his long legs barley touching the hard ground as he practically flew.

A man also in the fields spotted him and got a surprised look, It wasn't every day you saw a man carrying a wet child in their arms. Ignoring the man's calls he rushed into the forest until finely making his way in the hart of it where their was a confretbl homey look to it.

"Hay John,"called out one man,clad in green like the lot of them," Why!What has ye have got their?"

"Found this little boy a washed ashore,"he said.The bundle stirred but didn't awaken from its slumber.

"Well let us wrap him up and put him by the fire to dry,"said a another who had curly brown hair and dark blue eyes.

Nodding he went and sat by their rather small fire and took the blanket he was given with a thank-you.

Now John Little might have been a outlaw, and might have seen a few things in his life, but he had never came across a child lost like this. Or was he abandoned? So far away form town- he knew that parents didn't want their children wondering into Sherwood forest for fears such as these.

"I wonder who his folks are,"mumbled the guy with curly hair and blue eyes.He was a stout man with broad shoulders and long ganglia legs and big hands, feet, and ears a beard slightly covering the nob of his chin until it reached the bottom of his cheek bone.

"I do to,"wisped Little John.For some reason he already felt attached to the drying child.

"Look!"hissed one of the men pointing to the boy. Fallowing his trail of eye sight he saw a small plain gold bracelet with small letters engraved in it.

Picking up the boys hand he squinted and read thus;

"Robin of the Hood, Brave adventure, and smart scholar, we give this to you as our gift.

From Grandpa Roberto and Grandma Ethel.

"Robin is it?"asked John looking to the boy. Just then the child stirred making most present freeze. Yet still he wasn't awake.

"We'll looks like we're going to be babysitting,"said John braking the silence.

Everyone stared.

"WHAT?!"

"I said,"he repeated himself."and you cant squirm your way out of it!I'm sure we'll all get to like the boy and then fined his parents and send him off. Maybe he whont be to much of a hassle."

Silence held itself and Little John felt a bit of sweat trail unconfretbly down his neck.

"Why?"sneered one of the more cold hearted ones.Jacob was a orphan who's parents had died in a fire, he never was kind to any one. Exspeshly children. He hated them.

"Because he needs our help,"respond Little John slowly. Some took that as good enough but more of the child haters scowled at him.

"Come on John,"growled one named David Thior."Do you KNOW how much trouble he'll be."

"He cant be much,"said the curly haired one better known as Jonithen Dewichkie.

"How will we ever mange?"asked a another in a soft voice," we cant.. its impossible. We're outlaws."

John shook his head firmly, slammed his hand upon the ground with a determined glint in his eyes, and shot back," We will mange don't you worry. He can learn."

"What if he cant learn quick enough,"asked Dived sharply."What if he accidentally kills himself."

Their was silence. None of them - not even the coldest or mean hearted ones- would what a child's death to happen exspeshly at their hands. What with the plague and all down in York and Dudee... it was a miracle it hadn't reached Nottingham yet.

Their was a whimper from the child and he cuddled closer to little John, his lips loosing their blue color and becoming a soft pink his cheeks rosy and he looked more like a live child then a dead one.

"We'll watch him closely,"said Little John,"And he isn't a fool Dived.

"I hadn't called him a fool you idiot,"the man growled back.

So that was what led to some discussion which included some flying of fists, nasty names, and even some swords play but they finely all agreed , some....more reluctantly.

"Then its settled,"said Little John,"And we shall call him Robin Hood."