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No 21. Pencil Pete

No 21. Pencil Pete

There was a pencil named Pete who had been sitting on the shelf of a stationery store for what felt like an eternity. Day in and day out, he watched as people came in and out of the store, but no one ever gave him a second glance. Pete longed to be bought and used, but he had resigned himself to the fact that he would always be stuck on the shelf.

One day, a young girl came into the store with her mother. She was browsing the shelves when she noticed Pete sitting there, looking forlorn. She picked him up and examined him closely, turning him over in her hands. Pete couldn't believe his luck - someone was finally interested in him!

The girl's mother saw her daughter holding the pencil and said, "Put that back, honey. We don't need any pencils right now."

Pete's heart sank as he watched the girl reluctantly place him back on the shelf. He knew that he had to do something to stand out from the rest of the pencils and make himself more appealing to potential buyers.

Pete spent the next few days brainstorming ways to make himself more attractive to buyers. He started by sharpening his tip to a perfect point and straightening out his eraser. Then, he began to work on his appearance, smoothing out his wood and making sure his paint was bright and shiny.

Finally, he felt ready. He waited eagerly for the next customer to come in, hoping that someone would notice his new and improved look. Days turned into weeks, and Pete began to lose hope once again. He felt like he had done everything he could, but it still wasn't enough.

Just when he was about to give up, a woman walked into the store and spotted him on the shelf. She picked him up and examined him closely, nodding her head in approval. Pete could feel his heart racing with excitement - this was it, his chance to finally be bought!

The woman walked up to the register and paid for Pete, taking him out of the store and into the world. Pete felt like he was flying as the woman carried him down the street, his excitement growing with each step.

At last, they arrived at a nearby park, and the woman sat down on a bench. She took Pete out of her bag and started to write in a notebook, using him to jot down her thoughts and ideas. Pete had never felt more alive - he was finally being used for his intended purpose, and he couldn't have been happier.

From that day on, Pete knew that he had done everything he could to get sold. He had worked hard and made himself the best pencil he could be, and it had paid off in the end. He may have been just a simple writing tool, but to the woman who bought him, he was a valuable tool for capturing her thoughts and ideas. And to Pete, that was all that mattered.