once upon a time there was a little story book, this book belonged to a little boy. the little boy hated this book, he loathed its happy endings and its once upon a time beginings. one day the little boy brought the book to school to show his friends, they all gathered around as he read from the hated childhood memory, they withdrawed with disgust at the story. the little boy then read it out in class and the teacher writhered and squirmed as the storys went on, she hated them too. so the boy decided to throw away the book in atempt to be rid of this hideious monstronsity, but when he went back to class there it was mysteriously returned to inside his desk. the boy confused at this tried again to throw it away it once again returned to his desk, he tried once more to throw it away but after failing miserabley decided to just leave it in his desk to rot away. then one day whilst doing his algorismism the book exploded killing everyone in the school.

 

moral of this story never give up.