Robin Hood Shirt

The Staff and the Squid Little John sighed. “Quarterstaffs on the footbridge again, Robin? You’ll just get another ducking, like always.” “Not this time, I think,” said Robin cheerfully. They walked toward the stream. “And how are you doing on your ABC’s, John? Enjoying Marian's classes?” “Can’t see the point.” said John. “Here we are—take your place!” They stood at opposite ends of the bridge, staffs at the ready. “Why, learning is a useful thing,” Robin replied. “For instance, d’ye know what a cephalopod is?” “Nay. And you’re stalling.” John swung the staff at him to open the contest. “It’s a curious sort of creature,” Robin continued, blocking John’s staff and countering with a jab.  “Marian caught one. Playful thing, and smart as a whip. Amazing what she’s managed to teach it. Calls it Sid. Sid the Squid.”*  “Are we talking, or playing?” John demanded, and came on in earnest. The men exchanged rattling blows. Robin was knocked off balance, and John laughed, raising his staff to tip