wellywood
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Robin Hood was dying.
He lay in his bed surrounded by his aging Merry Men and a rather wrinkly Maid Marion.
'Bring me my bow,' he said in a whisper. They brought it to him.
'Whither this arrow falleth, there shall I be buried.'
'Right O' they said.
He shakily drew back the bowstring, let fly the arrow and they buried him on top of the wardrobe.
He lay in his bed surrounded by his aging Merry Men and a rather wrinkly Maid Marion.
'Bring me my bow,' he said in a whisper. They brought it to him.
'Whither this arrow falleth, there shall I be buried.'
'Right O' they said.
He shakily drew back the bowstring, let fly the arrow and they buried him on top of the wardrobe.
