"Are you Robin Hood?"I asked a colleague as I passed him on the way into school. He stood with a dapper hat and feather, a sage green shirt with. crisscross tied opening at the throat, and brown pants. There was no bow and arrow, but weapons aren't allowed as part of any costume.
"Peter Pan," he told me. "I'm surprised," he laughed. "You're the first one who hasn't recognized me!"
"Well, where are your tights?" I asked, skeptically.
"I'm grown up Peter," he answered.
"Well, Pete," I said, "You're a dead ringer for Robin Hood."
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