Redistributing surplus by hand
He audits abundance and delivers the difference.
At noon, Robin leaves the mural wall with one bow, one quiver, and a handwritten list of blocks. By dusk, unopened pantry crates have changed postcodes. He never makes speeches. He checks which tower has too much, asks which stoop was skipped, and carries the difference to folding tables before the tea goes cold. The feather stays red; the paperwork stays brief.
Six details survive every retelling in the neighborhood.
HoodOfRobin keeps the route moving.