White Pencil and Blue Pencil

He was sad. He couldn’t figure out why on the whole world he alone should be short. Why was he secured with this steel ring around? On rare occasions he would be picked up and then he has to move in a circle. Huh.. not a millimeter this way or that, but only in a circle. He looked at the guy on his right. He is dancing along the paper with such smooth movements. No two patterns he makes are the same. He is polished every now and then. Wow, that boy is actually nibbling him. He must be so loved by his pal. He is so lucky to have such an exciting life… He was picked up again. This time he was made to draw a smaller circle, a circle again, for heaven’s sake…
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He was sad. He couldn’t figure out why on the whole world he alone should be sharpened every now and then. Why should he alone run miles and miles on the white paper? Why on earth he should be picked up the moment he starts resting? Yuck… the boy put him in his mouth for a second, sheesh… He looked at the guy on his left. He is happily sitting inside that ring. Occasionally he does a circle in a single graceful movement. Then he goes back to his blissful posture watching others. It must be fun to have such a cool life. He was again sharpened a bit and dragged across the paper. Grudgingly he moved along the paper…
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