Question:
Will someone tell me a story?
real life event
randomly made up.
a bed time story could be nice =]
whatever.
Additional Details1 month ago
so what if this isnt a serious question? so sue me if you dont like my question then dont answer. i think YOU need a life my friend.
Best Answer - Chosen by Asker:
Once there was a beautiful girl named Jo. More than anything she wanted a delightful story to lull her to sleep. A cheerful little yarn that would lift her spirits and take wing on a flight of fancy.
But the evil princess got wind of her wish, and unleashed her wrath. How dare one of the common people wish for something as frivolous as a story? Commoners should wish for common things, like bread or shoes. Stories are for the wealthy, the privileged, the elite, the aristocracy. Stories are only for those who can afford to be idle. Common rabble need to keep their feet on their ground, their heads in the sand, their questions serious, always serious.
The evil princess decreed that anyone who was not a princess and had the gall to tell or hear a story would be boiled in Pepto-Bismol and hung up to dry in the public square.
Jo was afraid. Even if no one came to her aid and told a story, she knew that stories would come to her, regardless. She couldn't turn off the fountain of wonder and joy in her own head, as she imagined herself in fantastic places, riding winged steeds with her elven lover, righting wrongs, flying free, and sharing nature's beauty with one another. Other times, she was smaller than an ant, exploring the world around her, dodging raindrops, climbing to the top of a blade of grass and surveying her tiny realm. Then there was the time she imagined herself to be a grape-flavored stain on a tablecloth, and laughed at the faces that peered at her with confusion and disgust. No, she couldn't stop the stories. They came on their own, regardless.
Jo hid her thoughts, tried to focus her mind on mundane things like buttons and coal. But they turned into coins and diamonds in her mind, and she was rich, rich, the riches of her imagination were worth the wealth of the world.
"You there! What are you thinking about!" Screamed the princess. "Don't lie to me. My dogs can sniff out liars, and they will eat you alive."
The dogs looked at each other, rolled their eyes, and went back to sleep.
"I...I was thinking of buttons, and how they're like coins."
"Buttons like coins? That's stupid."
"And how coal becomes diamond."
"Coal? Into diamonds? You are the stupidest person I ever met. Coal is coal. Buttons are buttons. Stupid."
Jo had a sudden realization. She was perfectly safe. The evil princess wouldn't know a story if it bit her on the buttocks. Jo could drown herself in a sea of song and story, and the princess would never be the wiser. She smiled to herself, and let her mind wander. Jo was the luckiest, wealthiest, smartest girl in the world. A girl who knew the value of a good story, and had the sense to ask for one.