IT IS NIGHTTIME AS the tax carriage is driven through Sherwood Forest. It is being driven down the road passing through the many rows of dark trees.
“I hope Robin Hood does not rob us this time,” The tax-driver comments.
“Even Robin Hood has to sleep sometime. The outlaw does not worry me so much as the forest itself,” says the co-driver.
“What do you mean?” asks the driver.
“Have you not heard? Sherwood Forest is haunted. People have reported strange green lights floating through the forest. They say that if you get too close to the lights you shall be whisked away to never return,”
The tax-driver strokes his grey mustache. “Sounds like superstition mixed with fairy tales to me,”
The taxmen drive by a sign that the driver reads, "Beware of the forest monster Moonfang! Uh oh. There i
