cauldron, stew would be okay."
He walked into the clearing and up to the large black cauldron, he peered over the rim into the pot.
"Aarrrghhh! That's a human leg, it has a foot at the end."
The hairs stood up on the back of Robins' neck as he saw movement in the trees around him.
Suddenly, out of the forest charged fifteen very large dark skinned men wearing grass skirts and with small bones through their noses, each carrying four foot long knives and forks.
Robin turned and ran as fast as his legs could carry him, through the forest, across the bridge and back to the junction.
"Phew, that was a close one!" he gasped.
"Now then let’s take another look at that signpost."
"Hmm a man dressed in green, just like me. What must it mean, um, er, hmmm? Oh well, only one way to find out."
Robin started along the trail marked by the sign of the man dressed in green. It was a long trail leading deep into the forest, but he was comforted to see that the trail was well worn, and the forest looked perfectly normal.
"Plenty of people must walk this trail," he kept reminding himself.
Robin had walked for only a few minutes more, but was getting very hungry, when, as he turned a bend in the trail, he saw his prize.
"Of course, it's a pub, 'The Green Man', even I can read the names of pubs. It's been a long morning, it must be nearly lunch time already."
By the Pub door was another sign that Robin couldn't read.
‘Today - Grand Robin Hood look-a-like contest.’
Robin entered the Pub.
He stopped dead in his tracks, inside the Pub were twenty or more men all dressed exactly like him. One approached him.
"Ooh, hello sweetie, love the tights, what's your name then?"
"Robin," Robin replied nervously.
"Oh, you old sauce pot," giggle giggle, "we do like a new boy with a sense of humour. Hey everybody, this is.........ROBIN."
The room erupted with an explosion of giggles.
"There you see, we all love you deary. Now then, let’s talk about our initiation ceremony."
Exit Robin very, very, quickly, pursued by twenty plus pairs of inhabited green tights.
At that very moment Captain Marbell and a squad of Nottingham guards entered the clearing opposite the Pub, which was slightly out of focus.
"My god, hundreds of Pixies!" Marbell yelled as they came charging out of the Pub. "Run for your lives men!"
The guards were already one step ahead of Marbell and running into the thick forest to hide.
The captain ran and ran, back along the forest trail, as fast as he could, thinking he would soon catch up with the guards. In the distance he could hear the army of Pixies screaming as they pursued him.
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