At least the first part of this story is true. I'm not sure about the rest, or indeed what the story was about that the story is about. Perhaps it is a story about itself...
Once there was a little girl who liked to be told a story before going to sleep.
So she would ask her Daddy, “Please tell me a story”, and her Daddy would say “What would you like a story about?”. Then the little girl would ask for a story about a princess, or an alicorn, or an evil eggplant who tried to take over the world.
But sometimes the little girl would say, “I can’t think of anything. You choose”. Then the Daddy would tell a story about a Wicked What, or a Golden Hedgehog, or whatever else came into his head.
Now, one day, when the little girl couldn’t decide what she wanted a story about, the Daddy said, “I can’t think of anything either. Let’s make up a story together.”
And they did.
And it was a good story.
It was exciting, and it was funny, and it was moving, and it was frightening, and it was exhilarating. In fact it was sooo exciting that the little girl had to have a cold shower to calm herself down before she could get to sleep.
The next day at school, the little girl told the story to her classmates. Her classmates thought the story was funny. In fact they thought it was sooo funny that they couldn’t stop laughing, and they kept having to dunk their heads underwater to stop.
The Teacher came into the classroom. “Why are you all dunking your heads underwater?” she asked. And one of the children told her the story.
The Teacher thought the story was moving. In fact they thought it was sooo moving that she went into the corner and started crying buckets and buckets full of tears.
After a while the Principal came in to see what was going on. “Why are you sitting in the corner filling all those buckets with tears?” she asked the Teacher. “And why do your students keep dunking their heads underwater?”. The teacher told her the story.
The Principal thought the story was frightening. In fact she thought it was sooo frightening that she went and hid in her office, and locked the door, and refused to come out.
Eventually the Coach came and knocked on the Principal’s office door. “Why are you locked in your office?” he said. “And why is the Teacher crying buckets and buckets full of tears? And why do her students keep dunking their heads underwater?”. The Principal refused to come out, but she told the Coach the story through her office door.
The Coach thought the story was exhilarating. In fact he thought it was sooo exhilarating that he had to start doing jumping jacks, and he continued doing jumping jacks, non-stop, all day long.
Later that afternoon the little girl’s Mommy came to pick her up from school. She looked around. “This is odd,” she said. “Why is your coach doing jumping jacks? And why is the Principal locked in her office? And why is your Teacher crying buckets and buckets full of tears? And why do your classmates keep dunking their heads underwater?”.
“It’s because of the story Daddy told me last night,” the little girl said.
“That’s silly,” said her Mommy. “Time to go home.” And they went home and had scones and clotted cream for tea.
