Flight of the Headless Robin

Some folk hereabout do say this it be a true story. Whether ’tis or ‘taint, aint amountin’ to a deal of my business. Not much o’yours neither. All as I know is that right here it’s a-telt in the same fine fashion as it were to me. Dagnabbit.

The Flight of the Headless Robin

Things were looking bad for the Boy Wonder. Might well say they weren’t a-looking at all – being so particularly estranged from his head as he were, so.

Meantime a way across town…

..to audible cries of abandonment, the shame of it – were there any soul about to cry so.

A soldier was seated elsewheres, by-and-by.

And by strange fortune…

So the story goes.

To goodness knows where… excepting a heap o’ better, safe to say. And Robin, he never did once look back.

all images © Steve Mitchell, Fisher Lane, 2012


About Stevie Mitchell

I come from a long line of cartoons and beer. I was once peed on by a tiger. Hoping the resultant super-powers are yet to come, cos if these are they, then, grrrr....
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