Pencil and eraser story

There is a pencil and an eraser. They are dead and they have to argue about anything. One day, I was particularly happy. He told her mother: "I won the first prize in the painting competition!" The pencil listened and said with joy: "This is all my credit!" The rubber gas is three feet high: " Why is it your merit? If you don't have me, the little master must not even get the third prize!" "Hey, look," the pencil puts an ugly look, "If I don't work, you Nothing is used at all!" "You...you...you really don't make sense!" The rubber walked away angrily.

After a few more days, it was very unhappy. It turned out that he made a mistake in his homework and took a training. The rubber shook his head and said, "I saw it, when you have a great pencil, there is something wrong!" "If I don't make a mistake, what does the owner buy you for! You are born to serve me." The pencil is straight. Body, justifiably said. "If the uncle of the worker does not make you this stick, I can sleep well." The rubber is still very big, very convinced. The pen knife on the side said impatiently: "You two don't quarrel, then make trouble, I will strike too!" The pencil and the eraser simply ignored it, and the pen knife was angry, and it really went on strike. This can be bitter and clear, the pencil is obviously used more and more short, no head, can not write a word, can not use the pen knife, the rubber will do nothing.

This time pencil and eraser began to review their own problems. Pencil thought: I wrote the wrong word, the rubber brother helped me correct it, I should thank it. Eraser thought: I was born to serve the pencil brother, I should be very loyal, and should not be disgusted.

From then on, a pair of brothers and pencils joined forces to serve the little master sincerely.