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Pencil
Long ago I lived with my family and friends in a beautiful deep dark forest…Oh! what fun we had..The wind would whistle through our branches where birds built their nests.Squirrels hid their nuts in the holes in our barks,while small animals and snakes wound in and out at the base…But in the name of civilization,wood cutters came and began clearing the forest…They began at the outskirts..We could hear the screams of our friends and relatives..Soon it was our day..The lumbermen came and hacked at the base of our tree..for three long hours…after several hours of painful ordeal we fell down with a thump….the smaller branches were sent to the pencil factory, while the main trunk went to the saw mill to be made into furniture…I was the piece that went to the pencil factory.
Here began the next stage of torture..They shaved out our outer skin, and I screamed in pain..But no one came to my rescue..Then they cut us into requisite pieces, and cleaved us into half..A piece of graphite was placed inside and we were sealed tight. Then came the most beautiful part…We were painted in different hues..Red black gold etc, and then in gold lettering they wrote:Apsara extra dark-HB I was feeling so proud of myself….
We were then packed in separate boxes and sent to the wholesale and retail outlets..Tom came and bought me..But he was a cruel owner..He sharpened me with his newly bought cutter and I changed hands several times….I then came to you..You were a nice owner. So please don't throw me away…
Autobiography of clothes
I was born in a factory in China. I was sent to GVK, a big mall, on 1st January. There were many clothes. We were called “Clothes”. One day a boy came to take me to his home and he put me in his cupboard. Next day, he wore me. He liked me very much. I was colourful and had 10 pockets all around me. He kept things in the pockets around me. Of course, I was a little uncomfortable as I looked fat. But it was fine as long as my owner was
Long ago I lived with my family and friends in a beautiful deep dark forest…Oh! what fun we had..The wind would whistle through our branches where birds built their nests.Squirrels hid their nuts in the holes in our barks,while small animals and snakes wound in and out at the base…But in the name of civilization,wood cutters came and began clearing the forest…They began at the outskirts..We could hear the screams of our friends and relatives..Soon it was our day..The lumbermen came and hacked at the base of our tree..for three long hours…after several hours of painful ordeal we fell down with a thump….the smaller branches were sent to the pencil factory, while the main trunk went to the saw mill to be made into furniture…I was the piece that went to the pencil factory.
Here began the next stage of torture..They shaved out our outer skin, and I screamed in pain..But no one came to my rescue..Then they cut us into requisite pieces, and cleaved us into half..A piece of graphite was placed inside and we were sealed tight. Then came the most beautiful part…We were painted in different hues..Red black gold etc, and then in gold lettering they wrote:Apsara extra dark-HB I was feeling so proud of myself….
We were then packed in separate boxes and sent to the wholesale and retail outlets..Tom came and bought me..But he was a cruel owner..He sharpened me with his newly bought cutter and I changed hands several times….I then came to you..You were a nice owner. So please don't throw me away…
Autobiography of clothes
I was born in a factory in China. I was sent to GVK, a big mall, on 1st January. There were many clothes. We were called “Clothes”. One day a boy came to take me to his home and he put me in his cupboard. Next day, he wore me. He liked me very much. I was colourful and had 10 pockets all around me. He kept things in the pockets around me. Of course, I was a little uncomfortable as I looked fat. But it was fine as long as my owner was