Let us visit another part of Trottingham. One that has houses, and streets.

Sheriff: *stops at barn*
Rarity: Thanks for inviting me over here Aunt Lindsay.
Lindsay: No problem Rarity, but unfortunately we need your help.
Rarity: What is it?
Sheriff: *knocks on door*
Lindsay: You're about to find out. Come in!
Sheriff: Good mornin everypony, how are te today?
Lindsay: We're fine, just celebrating my son's birthday.
Sheriff: And let's see what te got for him, money. Perfect, just what the community needs! *takes money*
Clint: Hey!
Lindsay: If te think te can steal my son's money you're wrong!
blind pony: *walks in barn* Money, for the poor.
Sheriff: Sure

But the sheriff put his money in the cup so forcefully that 3 bits came out, and he took it.

Sheriff: Pleasure to do business with you. *walks away*
Rarity: I'm sorry about what happened.
Robin: That's alright *takes off disguise* I'll take it back.
Clint: Robin Hood!
Robin: Yes, it's me. Here's twice of what your mom was going to give ya *gives Clint two bits*
Lindsay: Thank te so much Robin Hood.
Rarity: Yeah, you're the best.
Robin: Well somepony has to do what's right. How old are te kid?
Clint: Now I'm seven!
Robin: Hmm, a stallion of the house. You'll need a weapon *gives Clint pistol* A Walther I ha rubato, stola from the police. If te kill any constaples, te can take their ammo for your gun.
Clint: Thank te Robin Hood.
Robin: You're welcome.
Rarity: When will we see te again?
Robin: Soon I'm sure *puts disguise back on*
Clint: He's awesome. *runs outside*

2 B continued