[Poggio]

Behind him, Robin pulled a cart along. His thin frame easily slid past most of the other patrons as he put book after book after book in their rightful home. He was only a college work study away his time at the library. Robin hummed as he worked, it was an odd little tune to hear against the library's silence. Every once in a while he would chortle at the title of a book as he put it back in its place.

As Robin neared the end of a row, he picked up a book noticing it didn't have a call number. He glanced around wondering what hooligan was playing a joke on him. He flipped to the back of the book hoping to find its call number. However all he could see written in the back of the book was the words the end. He chuckled again amusingly. He flipped to the front looking for the authors name and title but couldn't find any. Instead, his eyes scanned over the chapter heading as he read allowed. “Chapter one, Little Red Ridding Hood.”