Family Stories. And Fauxcahantas.

My family used to tell me stories too.  When I was a child an old, fat guy would come down our chimney and give me stuff.  I really loved him.  And whenever I lost a tooth, some flying chick would pay me a quarter for it.  But when I stopped losing teeth and realized we didn’t even have a chimney, I learned the difference between truth and fairy tales.  Pocahontas finally figures it out: