...before you read the previous chapter linked right here.
Robin, chapter 2
Young Robin lived with her grandmother in a cabin in the wilderness of Sherman's forest. There, they tended a lush garden, and kept several hens. Whatsoever they had in excess, Robin sold at the nearby market in Notsburry.
Robin-- [14 years old, not overly short (and still growing, she would add), happy, and slightly reckless; clad in simple trousers and a loose shirt; fair skinned, red headed, lightly freckled; lithe and spring heeled; she is a born athlete] When there was nothing to sell, I would perform at the market.
GRANDMA-- [a friendly, sturdy presence; tall and muscular with impeccable posture; dressed similarly to Robin; she has greying hair and a well worn smile] She's famous, you know.
ROBIN-- [never flustered] Not really. I do tricks with a bow, staff, or sword, and when I get tired, I play music.
GRANDMA-- She can pry pennies from the most miserly of merchants. [both grin]
Still more fond of coin were Notsburry's bankers. Between the lot of them, they never gave Robin so much as a dime. [We see a Scrooge-like codger counting out money, irritably closing his window to Robin's tunes.] Now, Harold Wulf, the Sheriff of Notsburry, found himself deeply indebted to these same men, and, unable to pay on a civil servant's salary, fell neatly into their pockets.
HAROLD-- [middle aged; sporting a full beard; his black, curly hair is seeing its first flecks of grey; his slightly pudgy, but still powerful, frame bears itself proudly in a colourful doublet as he strolls through town] It's rather cozy, actually.
This is how the banks were easily able to foreclose on properties whose mortgages they may or may not have legally held. It was the Sheriff's job to deliver notices of foreclosure, eviction, and all the rest, and to effect the same, if needs be. So it happened on one bright, spring day, that Sheriff Harold Wulf found himself travelling into Sherman's forest, questionable letters in hand, on his way to Robin's house, a home upon which no mortgage had ever been owed.
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Robin, chapter 2
Young Robin lived with her grandmother in a cabin in the wilderness of Sherman's forest. There, they tended a lush garden, and kept several hens. Whatsoever they had in excess, Robin sold at the nearby market in Notsburry.
Robin-- [14 years old, not overly short (and still growing, she would add), happy, and slightly reckless; clad in simple trousers and a loose shirt; fair skinned, red headed, lightly freckled; lithe and spring heeled; she is a born athlete] When there was nothing to sell, I would perform at the market.
GRANDMA-- [a friendly, sturdy presence; tall and muscular with impeccable posture; dressed similarly to Robin; she has greying hair and a well worn smile] She's famous, you know.
ROBIN-- [never flustered] Not really. I do tricks with a bow, staff, or sword, and when I get tired, I play music.
GRANDMA-- She can pry pennies from the most miserly of merchants. [both grin]
Still more fond of coin were Notsburry's bankers. Between the lot of them, they never gave Robin so much as a dime. [We see a Scrooge-like codger counting out money, irritably closing his window to Robin's tunes.] Now, Harold Wulf, the Sheriff of Notsburry, found himself deeply indebted to these same men, and, unable to pay on a civil servant's salary, fell neatly into their pockets.
HAROLD-- [middle aged; sporting a full beard; his black, curly hair is seeing its first flecks of grey; his slightly pudgy, but still powerful, frame bears itself proudly in a colourful doublet as he strolls through town] It's rather cozy, actually.
This is how the banks were easily able to foreclose on properties whose mortgages they may or may not have legally held. It was the Sheriff's job to deliver notices of foreclosure, eviction, and all the rest, and to effect the same, if needs be. So it happened on one bright, spring day, that Sheriff Harold Wulf found himself travelling into Sherman's forest, questionable letters in hand, on his way to Robin's house, a home upon which no mortgage had ever been owed.
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This is kind of an easy way to understand how government and businesses collude...
ReplyDelete*roots for Robin*