American Folk Metafiction
It was a dark and stormy night.
Two tramps sat on a rail.
One tramp said to the other tramp, "Tell me a story, Bill."
So Bill began...
It was a dark and stormy night.
Two tramps sat on a rail.
One tramp said to the other tramp, "Tell me a story, Bill."
So Bill began...
Two tramps sat on a rail.
One tramp said to the other tramp, "Tell me a story, Bill."
So Bill began...
It was a dark and stormy night.
Two tramps sat on a rail.
One tramp said to the other tramp, "Tell me a story, Bill."
So Bill began...
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Part 1, this guy hears about it, and he keeps asking about it, and everyone he asks beats the crap out of him, until eventually he's walking around in a brown suit picking up aluminum cans by the roadside, still asking people (a good 3-5 minutes).
Part 2, the guy asks another guy who says, "My son, I too have searched, blah blah." He then describes this house across the street, that has a great purple door, with a great purple knocker, and through it is a great purple staircase, and..... until eventually there's the great purple flower, and when you see it you wil understand. (easily 5-10 minutes, depending on audience)
Part 3, the guy runs across the road and is killed by a taxi. The moral of the story: look both ways before crossing the street.
Not exactly metafiction directly, but it's implicit.
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Kids always seem to like that one.