Is it a coincidence that everyone I’ve befriended was found to be not right in the mind, or am I the mental one?
Questions like this plague me as I wander, here on this baron trail. Woolverton Hills it has been called, but only as a landmark. It has yet to be fully explored. Some have said it be a sanctuary for the curious. I heard a story once, of a secret waterfall that could instil eternal youth and mind altering powers, abilities that were beyond belief. Where are all my dafty friends now?