Pencil: I'm really sorry.

Eraser: For what?

Pencil: I'm sorry that you get hurt because

of me. Whenever I make a mistake you're

there to correct it. But as you make my

mistakes vanish, you lose a part of yourself.

You get smaller and smaller each time.

Eraser: That's true, but I don't mind. You

see, I was made to do this. I was made

to help you when you do something wrong.

Even though, one of these days, I'll be gone

and you'll have to replace me with a new

one, I'm happy that I get to do this for you.

And honestly, many would be happy to do

this for you. You just need to find the right

eraser.