The Pencil’s New Notebook Once upon a time, on a quiet table in a bright, sunny room, sat a lonely little pencil. The pencil was thin and sharp, with a small pink eraser at the top. But today, the pencil looked very sad. There was nothing for it to do. No notebook lay open for it to write or draw in. It felt empty and lonely. The pencil loved to draw pictures and write stories, but without a notebook, it could do nothing. It just sat there, staring at the blank table, wishing for something fun to happen. Nearby, on