Finding your way out yonder is easy. Just shimmy up the nearest pine and find the greenest patch of land you see. Of course, you won't make it to the top if you're afraid of getting a little sap on your hands.

You'll know you've found it when you see the dirt road, hazy with dust kicked up from a passing truck. The road passes by a field where bare feet are washed by the dew on the grass. And it leads into a forest so deep, you can hear your heartbeat echo through the trees.

Here, the grass is always greener and the tales grow as tall as the trees. And the truth never gets in the way of a good story.