"Then they lived happily every after. The end."
"Wow. If that was what happened, why didn't the princess just tell him in the first place..."
"This is what you call a story. Anything is possible. The author chooses the path of the princess and made her lose her voice." I closed the fairy tale book and placed it on the shelf. Then I sat back down to peel him a fresh apple.
"Then why am I here? Is it because I'm in a story and the author is making me like this?" He looked outside of the window. "I want to go outside. I want to experience something fun. Like the princess, I don't want to be trapped in one place forever."
"Well I could ask if you are allowed to be let out."
"You could? You really could? He looked desperate.
"Yeah I'll ask." After I watched him eat the apple, I got up and walked downstairs to the staff room.