He steals from the rich, cries for the poor, and never sells the bottom. The saddest hero the forest has ever known.
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Chapter 1
In the deepest thicket of Sherwood, a small white cat was born beneath a willow that never stopped dripping dew. They say the tears never left his eyes — not from sorrow alone, but from feeling everything a little too much.
Chapter 2
He stitched his own hood and cap from moss-dyed wool and set a single hawk feather in the brim. The other animals laughed, until he began leaving acorns and coins on the doorsteps of the hungry.
Chapter 3
ROBINSAD never sold the bottom and never bought the top — he simply gave. His only rule: leave every burrow a little richer than you found it. The forest called him a hero. He just kept crying.