Free Tales from the Hood by Michael Buckley Page A

tried right now,” the judge said matter-of-factly.
    “No, your honor, I mean we learned about the trial a half an hour ago.”
    “What trial a half an hour ago? I think the two of you should be concerned with the trial that is going on right now!”
    Little John looked as if he might climb up on the podium and strangle the judge, but Robin gestured for him to calm down. “Your honor. As I was saying, we wish to postpone this case until we’ve have had time to speak with our client about his defense, as well as to interview the prosecution’s witnesses.”
    The judge’s face turned beet-red and he slammed his hammer down, angrily. “Overruled!”
    “But your honor—” Robin begged.
    “Why did you invite us down here if you aren’t ready for the trial?” the judge moaned.
    “Sir, we didn’t invite you down here,” Little John protested.
    “Well, that’s terribly rude,” the judge cried. “You put on a trial and you don’t have the common decency to invite me? Counselors, you are not getting off to a good start.”
    “This guy acts like he’s lost his mind,” Sabrina said.
    “He has,” Granny whispered. “He’s the Mad Hatter.”
    Sabrina’s mouth fell open and she gaped at the judge in disbelief. Even she knew the story of the Mad Hatter. Alice met him at a tea party and he nearly drove the poor girl mental. He was the very definition of crazy.
    “How did he get to be a judge?” Uncle Jake asked.
    “I appointed him,” a woman’s voice said from behind them. Sabrina turned and found Mayor Heart sitting directly behind her. Heart’s face was painted in bone-white pancake makeup, dark ruby lipstick, and purple eye shadow that crept up to the edge of her hairline. She looked like a deranged party clown—worse, she looked like Sabrina did when she tried to put on her own makeup.
    “This isn’t fair,” Sabrina seethed. “You can’t have a mental patient running a courtroom.”
    “As a matter of fact, I can. You see, I’m the mayor,” Heart replied, then broke into a laugh. “Still, it doesn’t matter who I appoint to oversee this case, brat. It will end the same way. The Wolf is going to swing from a rope and then there will be no one left to protect you.”
    A commotion at the front of the room turned Sabrina’s attention back to the trial. “Where is the prosecuting attorney?” Judge Hatter asked.
    “I’m right here, your honor,” a man shouted as he barreled through the double doors into the courtroom. Sabrina took one look at him and cringed. She felt her sister’s hand slip into her own. This man’s beard, moustache, and hair were an unnatural shade of blue.
    “Bluebeard.” Uncle Jake gasped, along with most of the others in the courtroom.
    “I’m quite ready to get started if it pleases the court,” Bluebeard said as he stepped over to an empty desk and put down his briefcase. “In fact, I’m ready to call my first witness.”
    Robin Hood glared at Bluebeard. “I haven’t had any time to discuss the case with my client. I haven’t interviewed any of your witnesses.”
    “That’s unfortunate,” Bluebeard said. “But I have no doubt you’ll catch up. As for right now, like I said, I’m ready to call my first witness. Rather, I have three witnesses, and I’d like to call them all to the stand at the same time, if it pleases the court.”
    “It might,” Hatter said, clapping like a happy child. “Call your witnesses.”
    Robin pulled his partner back to the defendant’s table. Once Little John was calm, he and Robin tried to assure Mr. Canis that everything would be fine. The old man acted as if he couldn’t hear them.
    “The prosecution calls the Three Little Pigs to the stand,” Bluebeard said. One of the card soldiers opened the double doors and in walked former deputies Boarman and Swineheart—two of the Three Little Pigs. They were both pear-shaped men, difficult to tell apart from a distance, but up close they had very distinct features. Jed