Story in the pencil case

Late at night, the bright moonlight sprinkled the earth, and the little master in the bedroom had entered a sweet dream. At this time, there was a burst of sound from the bag, hehe! It turned out that the stationery inside the pencil case was talking.

The pen first spoke: "I can write beautiful words. I don't need the help of a pencil sharpener. I don't like a pencil, write a little word, and I am bald." "Hey, if you don't drink 'water' Half of the strokes can't be written." The pencil said uneasily. "This will not bother you, the little master will feed me full every day." The pen said. "What's great about this." The tape said arrogantly, "You wrote it wrong, who will help you?" The pen and pencil said in unison: "We can't make a mistake." "Who is rubbing the paper?" When you want me to help." "Do you only use that point?" The rubber slowly said: "If you stick, it will break, although you can make up, but waste the time of the little master, I will not break it." Stationery The box said with a sigh of relief: "I am big and fat, wide and long, and most useful. Nobody how to do it, where do you live?" "We can live in the bag." Everyone said.

At this time, the sister of the schoolbag said: "Don't make a noise, don't make a noise, you all have credit, but you have to live in peace, work together, and serve the little master." After listening to this sentence, everyone was lost in thought...

Three Classes, Three Classes, Xiaobei Street, Experimental State, Jiangyan City, Jiangsu Province, China: Liu Muyang