“The eraser said to the pencil, ‘I want to die.’
‘Why?’
‘Because kids wipe me on the paper, and it hurts a lot, and they hit me with pencils when they play hockey.'”
The eraser said to the pencil, “I want to die.”
“Why?”
“Because kids wipe me on the paper, and it hurts a lot, and they hit me with pencils when they play hockey.”
The pencil said, “Kids throw me around, and throw me on the ground, and they crack my friends in half, and write with me. Some kids put me into you, and it hurts a lot.”
Then, a microphone came and screamed at the children. “Don’t throw pencils, and don’t hit erasers,” said the microphone. Then, the microphone turned to the pencil and eraser, and the microphone said, “Pay me or else I will scream so loud I will break your ears!”
Then, the pencil and the eraser decided to run. The microphone was chasing them while screaming.
Then, the pencil and eraser ran away.
They went to the pencil box, and the microphone couldn’t fit, so it started screaming. It said, “Come, come, come out!”
Then, the pencil came out and tried to poke him off the table to break the SHHHHHH BOOM. The microphone cracked into pieces, but the eraser was still shivering with fear.
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