a man walked down a street, carrying a heavy load.
nobody stopped to look at him, or offered to help him.
but he did not care - in fact, he felt relieved.
because he was robin hood, the world’s most celebrated thief.
he had had a lucky day and a narrow escape.
he had robbed king midas, reputedly the world’s richest man.
and was on his way to meet zoroaster chan o’riley.
who was, of course, the world’s most well connected fence.
but fickle fate had placed a joker in robin’s deck.
out of nowhere an omen appeared in the blue sky.
everyone in the street, including robin, looked up at it.
as suddenly as it had appeared, it was totally gone.
robin blinked - he felt something was very wrong - seriously wrong.
he looked down at the sidewalk - where was the load?
the heavy load he had stolen from rich king midas.
that zoroaster chan o’riley was waiting for at his pawnshop.
zoroaster would think robin had doublecrosed him - and then what?
he would hunt robin to the ends of the earth.
poor robin - all he ever wanted was to be free.
a purple cab came along and he hurriedly hailed it.
where are you headed pal, the cab driver asked lackadaisically.
robin felt in his pocket for his loose spare change.
how far will two dollars and ffifty-three cents take me?
just about to the bleak and barren outskirts of town.
what will i find out there, robin asked the driver.
quicksand, alligators, and the hand of fate, the driver replied.
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