Eraser: for what? You didn't do anything wrong.
Pencil: I'm sorry because you get hurt because of me
whenever i made a mistake, you're always
there to erase it.
But as you make my mistakes vanish.
You lose a part of yourself.
You get smaller and smaller everytime.
Eraser: Thats true! But i didn't really mind,
you see i was made to do this.
I was made to help you whenever you do something
wrong.
even though, one of these days,
I know i'll be gone and you have to replace
me a new one,
i'm actually happy with my Job!
so please, stop worring for me.
I HATE SEEING YOU SAD :(
THIS STORY IS JUST LIKE MY BROTHERSHIP WITH MY Di NICHOLAS TAN !
I WILL PROTECT HIM AS LONG AS I'M ALIFE !!!
(SAME FOR MY OTHER GANS AND BROTHER AND SISTER)
