Robins Forest Patricia Fisher   Two little warriors, hiking with their Dad. Through mountains, blue.   Just the three of you, enjoying steep, wet paths, flanked with fragrant bush.   Happy, lost in an ancient world.   "This is Robin Hood's forest, Sherwood." You say it with assurance, pride.   "Oh sure, Dad." "It is" "Really?"  they faulter, not sure.   "Sure, sure, you're just kidding, Dad." They know you too well.   "It is, I've known Robin for years, we're mates." They laugh and both punch your leg. They don't believe you.   "I'm telling you, this is Robin's forest. Sherwood." "Keep your eyes peeled, his men are probably hiding round here."   Four and Five year olds brows knit. As they search the bush with wary eyes. Then relaxing, they both laugh. "You're lying, Dad. There's no one here."   Just at that moment. A park ranger, uniformed, having in some idle moment, placed a feather in his cap. Strides past.   You, gleefully, grab the opportunity. "G,day Robin" He nodds and smiles at you winking. "How, ya goin' mate." "G,day boys"   They, wide eyed, open mouthed, whisper in awe. "G,day Robin"   And the Universe giggles.

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