For what?

He had forgiven his father, fortunately, for for him his mental fortitude forged a fort within his mind for more than a fortnight, in which he would forgo forgiveness. Forethought would have given Ford a better understanding into such a foray, for just fourteen years before now, he had been given a fortune for him to follow. “Forgive ‘fore ye forget,” the old forager informed Ford with those four words formed from his fissured lips in the Forest across from the Fjord. Ford at this aforementioned time was four, and for this reason he had forgotten the forager’s words, unforced, they become as forbidden as an unforeseen and uninformed furlough.