The Conversation

Pencil : I’m sorry...

Eraser : For what? You didn’t do anything wrong.

Pencil : I’m sorry because you get hurt because of me. Whenever I made a mistake, you’re always there to erase 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. But whether or not you are making a mistake, as long as you are working, you are becoming shorter too.

Copied, modified and pasted from a forwarded email


christopher adrian winces said…
seriously, ini story yg terbaik pernah sa baca.. sa baca ja pun buli menangis oo biarpun pelakun dia cuma pencil dan pemadam.. uhuhuh.. so tacing.. good job Ned..
Small Heart said…
Jadi sa mo jadi pemadam ko..hahahhaha