Things that go my mind as I sit idle... What would life be if I was a Pencil?
I would think it might be a little cramped in the dark pencil bag. Finally the human I would think would open the pencil/torturer bag. I know I would be on the verge suffocating! I of course I am what the human picks up first. I’m their favorite! They would treats me pretty well. I mean sometimes I might get squeezes too tight, but that’s because they may be stressed. They might holds me in front of their face and stands up. Oh, I would hate this. Whenever the human stands up with me, it’s because we’re going to my least favorite place, the swirly, loud, super sharp, dark machine with no mercy that the human calls a sharpener. After that horrible experience, we would be on our way back to the desk when someone might bump into the human. They might stumble and I might fall to the ground. No! They might even walk away. Could it be they would have already forgotten me? This is what all pencils dread... The pencil graveyard, A.K.A, the FLOOR!
Or maybe a worse fate... the chewing on me as they fidget. My body mangle with teeth marks weaking my body until I snap in half and I am thrown in the trash can. Only slim chance of recovery is someone picks me up to used my disabled body until I am sharpened to a nub. With reflection my life as a human is pretty good. Gotta look after my pencils better after these thoughts running through my head!
Be good to your PENCILS!
Nana
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