In a small, picturesque village called Moneyville, a train was ready to depart one day. The train was known as the "Inflation Express" and had the unpleasant habit of going a little faster each year. The inhabitants of Moneyville didn't know exactly where this train was headed, but they had a dark premonition that the destination wouldn't be particularly pleasant.

At the helm of the train was an eager but slightly overwhelmed conductor named Mr. Banknote. Each year, he received instructions to make the train go a little faster. "It's necessary for the economy to flourish," the experts told him, without mentioning that the train was headed straight for a cliff.

In the first year, when the train set off, the speed was pleasant. The passengers - including workers, retirees, and businesspeople - chatted happily and enjoyed the ride. "A little faster is good for all of us," thought Mr. Banknote, turning the regulator up a notch.

But with each passing year, the faces of the passengers grew paler, and their hands clutched the seats more tightly. The prices for coffee in the dining car skyrocketed until a simple cappuccino required a mortgage. The speed of the train became a burden, and people began to worry.

One day, as the train sped up again, old Mr. Pennywise, who had been keeping his money in a sock for years, began to mutter in panic: "This can't end well! We're hurtling towards disaster!" The other passengers laughed nervously, but deep down, they knew he was right.

The train continued to accelerate, and soon the countryside outside was just a blur. The signs along the track, which warned of the upcoming cliff, were swallowed by the speed. "More speed means more prosperity!" shouted the experts, while packing their bags and quietly leaving the train.

But then, something unexpected happened. The government of Moneyville decided that the train was going too fast and that it was driving the citizens mad. They installed a new braking system and instructed Mr. Banknote to reduce the speed.

Mr. Banknote, initially skeptical, gently pulled the brake lever. The train slowed down, and the passengers held their breath. Year after year, the speed was further reduced. The Inflation Express, which once hurtled towards the cliff at 10 percent, now cruised along leisurely at 3 percent.

The passengers sighed in relief. Prices in the dining car still rose, but only by 3 percent each year. "It's almost like stability!" they cried. "Hooray! A cappuccino costs only 3 percent more than last year. What a bargain!"

Mr. Pennywise, still clutching his sock, shook his head and muttered, "This is crazy. You're celebrating that everything is getting more expensive?"

But most of the passengers were satisfied. "It could be worse!" they said, toasting each other with overpriced cappuccinos. And so the Inflation Express continued on its way, still heading towards the cliff, but now much more slowly. The passengers felt safer, although they knew deep down that the cliff was still there.

In the rear compartments of the train, however, some far-sighted passengers held strange coins in their hands. They smiled knowingly and whispered softly: "Bitcoin, my friend, Bitcoin."