Once upon a time...

There was a rich family who appointed a new man-servant.
He started to tell tiny stories to kids in the house, to put them to sleep at night. The kids would go to bed without the parents having to push them hard, since the new servant came. They would wake up fresh in the morning and go to school without fuss, thanks to being early to bed.

The parents were overjoyed. They decided to take off all the responsibilities of the servant and to employ him only for making new stories and telling them to the kids. They told him of the same. He too was very happy, that his pass-time would earn him more than from the backbreaking work all day...

That night he sat next to the kids, covered them up with a blanket. "Once upon a time... " he started. Words stopped to spring up into his mind. He started sweating. The kids sat up wondering what happened to him.

The only thoughts that would come into his mind were "What if I can't think of any stories tomorrow? What if I lose my job? " . And that blotted out the stories.

Next day he politely declined the offer of the full time job and went back to sweeping and mopping the floor.