Bearclaw Valley institutionalized

I — Abel wanted to say yes; his mother had told him stories, far better than whatever could come from the woman’s mouth. But as much as he wished to, he could not bring himself to lie.
And so he huffed, No… She never told him much of anything beyond orders.
I don’t know. He grumbled, exhausted and defeated by the woman’s endless badgering. Tell me about the green man I guess.