September 13th, 2007
My dear pencil,
We have known each other for some time now. However, you are getting older and shorter. I’m sorry to say you aren’t as sharp as you once were. No matter how I try, you are turning more and more dull. What I’m trying to say is it’s time for you to go.
Sincerely,
Right Hand
September 14th, 2007
Righty, old buddy,
Don’t leave me! Please, I’ll try to do better! So I’m not as good as a mechanical pencil, or...or a pen, but I still have my uses! Mechanical pencils can’t shade like I can. Don’t get rid of me, please. I’ll work hard; I’ll try to stay sharper!
From
Desperate Pencil
September 16th, 2007
Pencil, pencil, pencil…
We did have some good times. But, all good things must come to an end, so we must as well. It’s nothing personal, it’s just… well, I met a new pencil. Not a mechanical, no. This pencil is tall, sharp, and sparkly. He fits perfectly and… you’re not going to believe this, but he’s your son!
-Right hand
September 20th, 2007
Right hand,
Are you daft? I don’t have a son! I have a daughter! What did you do to her? You fiend! I despise you now. Fine, get rid of me. I’d rather be tossed aside than be manhandled by the likes of you! Beast! Monster! Slave driver! Hand...
Signed, your ex-friend,
Pencil
September 21st, 2007
Whoa there, pencil!
Who are you calling a monster? I’m not daft, you are! You have a son and a daughter! Did you not know you had twins? Oh my dear pencil, please be reasonable. We still have a while left together.
-Apologetic Right hand
September 21st, 2007
Uh, Mr. Pencil, and Mr. Right hand,
This is Left Hand here. I’ve intercepted your letters, and I think you both are psychotic. Right hand, you need to shut up and just let the pencil go. You aren’t always right! Pencil, you seriously need some mental help, go get some! Now stop your bickering!
- Extremely annoyed Left hand
September 23rd, 2007
Right hand, left hand,
Good-bye my old friends. I’ve found a place where I am wanted, so I’m departing now. Right hand, I will miss you even though you’ve thrown me aside like unwanted trash. Left hand, you’re doing better with writing; keep at it. I’m off to my new home now, the furnace.
Lots of love, Pencil
September 25th, 2007
Left hand,
He’s really gone, isn’t he? I sort of miss him now. This new pencil feels a bit awkward…oh well. At least we’ll always have each other!
Signed,
Right hand
September 25th, 2007
Right hand,
Touché! You will get used to the pencil. I know you will! I still think you’re a bit crazy. I will never leave you, though, and for once, you are right!
Yours truly,
Left hand
Ps. How about letting me practice writing again, please?
