Why did it have to be him? I would rather die than to speak to my father. Ginger thought.
"You have our word." Jack said.
"Thank you and take this." Red's grandmother said as she used her magic to hand them a bottle. "You can never be too prepared for a journey."
"Thanks Grandma!"
"See you later and take care Red!"
Red, the woodsman known as Jack, and Ginger make their way to the Miller. As they were travelling they were passing through a town called Nottingham. It is said that a corrupt duke rules the town, by imposing affordable taxes. As Red and her companions were passing they noticed a group of boys stealing from a bunch of soldiers.
"Someone stop those kids!" the tax collector yelled.
Red and her group stop in their tracks as the sheriff approaches them.
"Hold it right there! You travelers were suppose to pay at the toll booth!" the sheriff said as she flashed her badge.
"What toll booth goldi? We didn't see any when passing through." Ginger snapped.
"That's Sheriff Goldilocks to you and just for insulting me I'll have to put you in jail."
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