The Importance of Friendship

My cousin Austin, he was about three or four. He had these imaginary friends. Nobody really took them too serious. They weren't mean to him. All of his stories were feel-good stories. Walking around in the woods, they're feeding the cows. Riding around in the country in John Dillon's truck. Just a made-up playtime friend. A few weeks later, my grandparents are sitting outside at their house. They saw this rental car kept driving up and down their road. My grandma being curious gathered a party. And they went out to the cemetery just to look around. When they cleaned it off on the stone, they saw the name Willie Lynn. This is real