I'm Robin Woods. I'm always the first to make a good joke and 1 my work away at the end of the day. But somehow, I'm 2 the first to be picked for teams and plays. I have always been the outcast,3 and alone.
"This year our play will be the story of Robin Hood and his Merry Men," our teacher, Miss Goody, 4 the whole class. "Who would like to be Robin Hood?" I 5 my hand up into the air. Of course, everybody wanted the biggest and best part, especially bossy Bradley.
"6 for a part and I'll test you on Monday and decide who will be best for each part," said Miss Goody, handing out pages of the script. "… And of course, we'll need lots of trees to be the forest."
"You'll be a little baby bush…," Bradley7 me. "Or a teeny-tiny leaf."
I8 him and took a copy of the Robin Hood words and began my practicing on the way home.
On Monday I did some brilliant acting and I remembered all my 9. I got the part. Bradley got the part of Little John. Becky was one of the ladies-in-waiting. Jordan was the minstrel(吟游艺人), who told the10 in song with a little strum of the guitar every now and then.
We had three weeks to learn our parts. Becky offered to11 with me. She played Little John's part and gave me 12 on fighting. Bradley, who still really wanted to be Robin Hood, often came over to watch. He seemed to be waiting for me to make mistakes. I felt13, with knocking knees and cold feet. But I was determined to be the best Robin Hood ever. I had got the part of a hero and a hero I shall be.
At home, Granddad came to help me. He could play the guitar and even made up a minstrel dance. He was really getting into the minstrel's14, which cheered me up and made learning my part much easier and funny.
In the final dress rehearsal that afternoon, Bradley was really getting carried away in that fighting-to-get-across-the-river15. He was shouting louder and louder and pushing harder and harder until he lost his 16 and fell off the bridge. He had hurt his ankle! Worse still, Jordan had got a flu. Probably we had to 17 that night's performance for it was just impossible to find two new actors who could learn the parts before18 and, most importantly, could play the guitar. Girls wailed and sobbed. Boys sighed and shuffled their feet.
It was I that put forward a19：Granddad could play the part of the minstrel; Becky did the part of Little John and Carly could have her part as lady-in-waiting. Miss Goody sighed with relief. Everybody burst into tears of joy.
The performance that night was a great success. I felt like a20.
