“Half the places I have been to, never were. I make things up. Half the things I say are there cannot be found. When I was young I told a tale of buried gold, and men from leagues around dug in the woods. I dug myself.” “But why?” “I thought the tale of treasure might be true.” “You said you made it up.” “I know I did, but then I didn’t know I had. I forget things, too.”
