The story about Franklin (as much as we know)

Once there was a young child named Frederick Charles III.  He grew up often wondering why he was named that, since no one else in his family was ever named Frederick Charles or any mixture of the names.  He also often ate Popsicles.  Frederick Charles III (we'll call him Anteater from New Brunswick for short) was a very friendly person, speaking to nearly everyone he met.  Except Bartholomew.  He never spoke to Bartholomew.  Anyway, he was so friendly that he became incredibly famous for being friends with just about everyone (except Bartholomew).  Eventually, people decided that they ought to take records of all his friends, just so they could have a big book of his friends that they could read.  They began to keep track of everyone he spoke with, which was pretty much everyone, and they wrote as much of the information they could find about these people.  These records were so accurate that many years later, historians used them to find out more about people in the past.  They found a person in the records who did not exist according to any other historical documents.  In fact, one document was found stating that he did not exist.  His name was Franklin.  The only information in the book was this:  "Franklin.  Born in 35-orange.  Donut Salesman."  The document saying he didn't exist said only this:  "Franklin.  Born in 35-orange.  Donut Salesman.  Does/has/never will exist."  The only other information found in that document was: "I guess he just never liked the idea of talking to me."  No author was recorded, just the letter B.