The Favorite
Hello I’m Mr. pencil. I’m feeling a bit blue. I’m an old chewed up yellow pencil with an eraser that is just about gone down to the chewed up metal ring. Now next to me is Ms. New funky red pencil with sparkling stuff all on it. Her eraser is perfect and unused. Look at her just she leaning over there on the other side of our cup. Standing all tall and long, perfect and untouched while I’m over here barley holding my eraser in place…sigh… I can remember when I was new and shinny, oh so long ago. I use to be the favorite pencil until last week when Ms. Red thing arrived. Only if Ena can her me I would tell her that I think she should get rid of that other pencil because it’s to crowed in this cup. Oh my goodness here she comes. Oh well we all know who she is going to choose. Not me because I’m old and all chewed up….Oh no…Wait! She choose me…. I am still the favorite. :)
Hello I’m Mr. pencil. I’m feeling a bit blue. I’m an old chewed up yellow pencil with an eraser that is just about gone down to the chewed up metal ring. Now next to me is Ms. New funky red pencil with sparkling stuff all on it. Her eraser is perfect and unused. Look at her just she leaning over there on the other side of our cup. Standing all tall and long, perfect and untouched while I’m over here barley holding my eraser in place…sigh… I can remember when I was new and shinny, oh so long ago. I use to be the favorite pencil until last week when Ms. Red thing arrived. Only if Ena can her me I would tell her that I think she should get rid of that other pencil because it’s to crowed in this cup. Oh my goodness here she comes. Oh well we all know who she is going to choose. Not me because I’m old and all chewed up….Oh no…Wait! She choose me…. I am still the favorite. :)
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