Write a simple short story with a surprise ending in about 200- 250 words.
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Once upon a time, there was a family who lived happily in a city far, far away...
When we, my brother and I, were little, our parents used to tell us bedtime stories every night.
The bedtime stories my mom and dad used to tell always started with Once upon a time and
ended with happily ever after. Right now I don't care so much about the Once upon a time, but I
would like to see some happily ever after.
After the Once upon a time would come the unsuspecting main character, who might be a
prince, a princess, or even just a normal person. The main character was always a good person
who suddenly got stuck with a big problem: a dragon, the hardhearted old king, a moat as deep
as the ocean, or a wall as tall as the sky. The main character would undergo a series of troubles,
which the character eventually overcame, and then would face the big problem with courage,
compassion, or ingenuity. With the help of a wise old lady, a special word, or the knowledge he
had learned from triumphing over the troubles, the main character would climb the wall, swim
the moat, or otherwise overcome the big and final problem, and the story would end happily ever
after.
In this story, the big problem is not a dragon or a hardhearted old king. In this story, the big
problem will not be solved by saying a special word.
In this story, the problem is how pizza boxes are manufactured in a small town far, far away,
across the river, over the mountains, and beyond the plains. There is a factory in that small town,
a factory that makes boxes. In the factory are many boxes, boxes of every size and shape.
Someone at the factory decided it would be cheaper or faster to make pizza boxes a different
way. There was nothing wrong with the old pizza boxes. There was, however, something wrong
with the new pizza boxes. It may have been cheaper or faster to make the pizza boxes the new
way, but it wasn't smarter. People who bought the pizzas packed in the new pizza boxes were
unhappily surprised to discover that, by the time they got their pizzas home (or by the time their
pizzas were delivered), the pizza boxes fell apart. After containing hot pizzas for more than a few
minutes, the boxes became soggy and floppy and fell apart. The pizzas got cold, and the people
who bought the pizzas became angry.
This is where we come in. To show us the problem, our dad reads us letters from angry
customers who ended up with cold pizzas.
Our father works for the company that bought the factory that makes the boxes that fall apart.
Our father is a packaging engineer. He can fold paper into beautiful designs; he can take a piece
of the newspaper and make something so beautiful you'd hang it on the wall. Our father's
company wants him to go to the factory in the small town and figure out what's wrong with the
new pizza boxes.
"Tell them to do it how they used to," says my brother. He is two years younger than I am, but
he is pretty smart.
"What?" asks our dad, who is probably thinking more about telling us the bad news than about
what my brother is saying.