An odd occurrence today. While walking to the White Horse for a lunchtime snifter, I found a glove laying in School Lane. Just the one glove, quite a lacy one - perhaps the sort of thing one of Hnaef's posh friends might wear to events at the Abbey. Being always happy to help one's fellow humans, I picked the glove up and draped it over the branch of a tree, where it could be seen.
Leaving the White Horse a few hours later, I was surprised to find twelve bunches of flowers had been lain around the tree, together with a number of poetic tributes such as "Keep on Rockin, Robin". I wonder what it could all mean?
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