everyone got down as their names were called out.rapunzels,cindrellas,rumpelstilskins

....my goodness where did i hear all those names before!!!Bus was empty except for one mouse sitting next to my seat .he asked me which stop do i get down.i said i was never assigned one...and asked him where his was..he told me that lion has been trapped in the last stop.seeing me puzzled ,he told me that he was the mouse from the story "symbiotic relationship between a trapped lion and a caught mouse" and asked me wat my story was.i said i don't have one and perhaps i will write one soon.mouse told me that whole world is fed up with stories.all permutations and combinations have been done.all worries have been worried abt and all happines have been happied abt.i asked him if theer can be a story of a bus crash in which the guy escapes miraculously and live happily ever after.he told me that people will be least interested in such a plain story,no twists and no turns .while i was contemplating an escape i noticed how small the mouse was....gentlemen,i am ashamed to tell u wat happened next...Instead of Mr.mouse i got down at the last station and walked towards the lion in the net.he asked me where mr.mouse was.i answered that i killed mr.mouse...and i killed him just coz i wanted to mess up stories".when the alarm rang at 5.am the first question that passed me was "what is your story?".I murmured"i am Mr.mouse who didn't free the lion and repents least about it"
(note:All lower primary dudes after that fateful day drew jalebis on the lone blank page in their english text books.)