The Dreams and Dissatisfactions of Inanimate Objects #002 The Pencil and Pen

       I am The Pencil. I am used through out the world. I love my job. I help you create anything from math equations to history essays to artistic sketches. You will usually see me in my yellow uniform, but lately I have been expanding my wardrobe. No matter what color or shape I take, though, you will recognize me by the eraser on my head. My eraser is what sets me apart from other writing utensils. I know that sometimes, I will make mistakes. I realize I don't always place the right stroke in the right place- that is what my eraser is for. You can use me to clean up your mess of graphite. I love helping you start again. That is something my brother, the pen, does not understand. He could learn a thing or two from me.
       Pen is my name and writing is my game.  My particular pride is writing the address on your envelopes. Only I can do that. I am very important. I am used to sign legal documents of all kind. My ancestor was used to write and sign The Declaration of Independence. Now tell me, could any other writing utensil top that? I help you write the things that really matter, the ones you know will be permanent. I don't squeak when you use me and I don't need to be sharpened like my brother, The Pencil. He is always getting worn down. He could learn a thing or two from me.