Stationery cry

On one night, the eraser and the pencil and the pen cried in the bag. Eraser said: "My youth is hard to come by, but the soldiers have cut me in half with a ruler."

The pencil spoke: "I am worse than you. The rubber on my head was bitten off by the soldiers. I have many teeth prints on my body. I really hate the soldiers."

The pen said pitifully: "I am also very miserable! If the soldiers are okay or angry, they will pick up me and throw them hard from the bed. My pens are smashed, and the soldiers are thrown like this, my internal organs are broken."

Eraser added: "I wish I was really a small stationery, so I would not let the soldiers divide me into two halves. Really Xiaoli will also make a small house for us, and take a small and lovely bed."

The pencil and the pen said in unison: "Yes, yes! If we are really small stationery, we will not become the present look."

After they finished, they slept, and the pencil and the eraser and the pen all had the same dream. In the dream: the soldiers loved them very much, and they made a small, lovely bed for them.

They are very, very eager to make this a beautiful and sweet dream.