Chapter 9: Not in Mercia:
Chuck Cluck's Story:
I may be rotting in jail, but I'm still gonna narrate this story! So, Friar Buck's at the church and he's depressed. No one has donated any money to help the church.
"This is the last of our savings," says one of Friar Buck's dear friends.
"I couldn't ask you to do that," says Friar Buck.
"We insist!"
Friar Buck was so touched.
Then the High Sheriff came. "What do you want," asks Friar Buck.
"I just came for taxes," says the High Sheriff, "and here we are!" He then takes it from the poor box.
"Sheriff... you... you..."
"Careful, Friar, we are in a church," says the High Sheriff.
Friar Buck then decides he's had enough and grabs a stick and starts attacking the High Sheriff. "You want taxes! I'll show you taxes!" The High Sheriff then shackles Friar Buck.
. . .
"Well, Sire, you managed to arrest the entire kingdom," says Dave, "now what?"
"I won't be satisfied until I'm finally rid of that insufferable Rob... I got it," says Mordred, "we'll hang Friar Buck!"
"A man of the church," asks Dave.
"If Rob finds out, he'll come to his rescue," says Mordred.
. . .
Things were not looking good!
Chuck Cluck: Every town...
Has its ups and downs...
Sometimes ups...
Outnumber the downs...
But not in Mercia
I'm inclined to believe
If we weren't so down
We'd up and leave
We'd up and fly if we had wings for flyin'...
Can't you see the tears we're cryin'?
Can't there be some happiness for me?
Not in Mercia!
To Be Continued
In the next chapter, Rob learns what's going to happen.