The Story of the Box Boy

Once upon a life, a young boy lived with his parents. He loved life with them and life at home almost seemed heavenly. Unfortunately the king of the land was amazingly large, so large in fact, that he literally could have the whole kingdom under his thumb. In contrast to his size, the king had an unusually small sense of self-esteem. He didn't think anybody liked him. He was right. To compensate for his sense of unpopularity, the king tried to involve himself in everybody's lives, with the thought that it would cause them to like him. That was the bane of the young boy's childhood.
The way the large king involved himself in everyone's lives, was he required a tax. The tax was related to the box service. Every child, when they were old enough to understand what was happening, was required to be put into a box for 6 hours a day, nine months a year. Since the boxes cost money, the subjects were required to pay for the boxes. The young boy's parents consented obediently. Oh, how the boy hated curling up into the box everyday.
Years passed under this system of taxation and government unpopularity. The king died and another king took his place. The new king changed all the laws because he was from a different party than the old king. Under the new king, the box system was only required up to a certain age. The boy shouted for joy at his immenent freedom! The first thing he did was run around town shouting for joy. When he got tired, he realized that he would need a job, since his parents had removed him from their insurance. He started job hunting, but soon realized that his newfound freedom turned off most employers. The boy realized that everyone that had jobs, had learned how to function in life, with their boxes on! Grudgingly, we went home, curled up into his box, and, to this day, he works to function with his box, hoping that someone doesn't accidently ship him off.