Oh she had his attention alright. He saw the bottle and turned it into a butterfly.
He was still singing.
"More swift than lightening can I flye,
and round about this airy welkin soone,
And, in a minute's space, descry
each thing that's done beneath the moone;
There's not a hag
Nor ghost shall wag,
Nor cry "goblin!" where I doe goe,
But Robin I
Their feats will spye,
And feare them home with ho, ho, ho!"
He threw two pies right at the woman.
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