Fic: The Very Secret Diary of Allan A' Dale
Title: The Very Secret Diary of Allan A'Dale
Author: omteddy2006
Rating: PG
Word Count: 500
Characters: Allan with vague mentions of a few others...
A/N: Written for a hoodland challenge a while back. I was just waiting for Intercomm to slacken off a bit before I posted it here. Please don't ask how our poor outlaw's innermost secrets fared in the competition. I believe we lost to...a squirrel.
Day One
Burned too many bridges in Rochdale. Leaving now! Going to keep a ledger of me travels adventures. Think it will make a nice ballad some day if I ever get out of hock and buy the lute back.
Day Four
Still traveling. So far no adventures worthy of the quill…
Day Eight
Enjoying pickings in Manchester. Very accommodating crowds.
Day Nine
Leaving Manchester. Crowds not as accommodating as first thought. Laying low for a while.
Day Eleven
Laying low is boring. The countryside is a great place to get lost, but nothin’ to do. Goin’ stir crazy. Back to town for a while.
Day Thirteen
Leaving town again. People in Manchester ‘ave long memories and an eye for faces.
Day Sixteen
Cheadle seems nice; perhaps I’ll stay.
Day Nineteen
Cheadle not so nice. Moving on.
Day Twenty-seven
The girls in Buxton are buxom! Wouldn’t mind making the acquaintance of a few lasses in this town.
Day Twenty-eight
The fathers in Buxton are also large. Moving on again.
Day Thirty
Gettin’ a little tired of wanderin’. I need to steal a horse or a new pair of boots. Worn a hole in my sole. Listen to me gettin’ philosophical. Hee hee.
Day Forty-nine
Youlgreave and Ashbourne were no good. Must try to remember never to go back to Youlgreave, ever, if I value me life (which I do).
Day Fifty-three
I love Derby. This is the place!
Day Fifty-six
Derby was not the place.
Day Sixty-two
So far, so good in Nottinghamshire. Fingers crossed.
Day Sixty-four
Things still looking good in Nottingham, but not saying no more…fingers still crossed.
Day Sixty-five
New place, new pickings, new tavern, new winnings!
Day Seventy
Winnings not enough to cover my bar tab. Have worked out a deal with the keeper of the Trip Inn. I bring deer meat to his brother, the butcher, and the barkeep erases my debt. We’re calling it “Deers for Beers.”
Day Seventy-eight
“Deers for Beers” is brilliant! I figure one more venison and my debt will be paid in full!
Day Eighty-two
“Deers for Beers” hit slight snag when I was caught. King’s Forest, my arse. Bet he never set foot in it. Fancy noble bloke saved me. Will try again later.
Day Eighty-four
Tried again later. Got caught. Sitting in gaol with rank old guy and one who seems completely mad. “Deers for Beers” sucks.
Day Eight-four, later
Fancy noble bloke was in dungeons! Told guards that I was with ‘im and from Locksley. Think he’s my ticket outta here if they believed me.
Day Eighty-four, later than later
They believed I was from Locksley. Now, I am screwed. Could ‘ave mentioned that the blokes from Locksley were getting hung. Wish I was back in the cell with mad guy and Stinky.
Day Ninety
Lots happened since I last wrote. Let’s just say I’m still well hung, but not overly hung! Haha. Living in "Sherwood Lodge" now. Will stick around. I think these fellas need me.