harold was once a little boy with a big imagination, but as he grew older so did his imagination, he lived in a fictional world that he created but was desperate to find out who his narrator was and who created him, when he was little he made two friends, moose and porcupine, they stayed friends up till they where all adults now, you where also from Harold’s world but somehow he never saw you around, but he made you his friend and he loved you for that, one day he listened to his narrator