Once upon a time, in that cyber land of pale blue textboxes, there lived a packet of pencils. These writing implements were short little stubs of different colors, and most had status tattoos on their body. Our story takes place one particular afternoon, when a couple of pencils offended with their own colors, were attempting to create chaos within the group.
“I really hate this school bus orangey-yellowy color. It’s so ordinary” Winnie lamented as she tried to erase the color from her body.
Kelly, one of the greens-clan, whose job it is to maintain peace within the boxes, was getting agitated at all the complaining. “Well, [b]it is [/b] indicative of big mouths; you know; the ones that frequently have something to say!”
Pointing at the button on his torso, Mr. R.Q. grouched with his fellow pencil.
“I know what you mean, Winnie, this putrid pink reminds me of Pepto-Bismol, and I have only just started in this group. Just one dinky dot is all I have to hide that cruddy color. I had better start posting so that I can attain more dots”
Olive, another of the greens-clans was also beginning to get upset with the conversation. “Your pink shade is lovely- it reminds me of a beautiful flamingo”
“Ha! Somebody did say that this color was for the birds! They sure were perceptive!”
“What’s going on in here?” A booming voice shook the packet of complainers; the black pencil with the yellow dots had spoken.
Forest, yet another of the greens-clan tried to soothe over the situation. “They were just expressing their feelings. They are ok, nothing to worry about!”
“I should hope not. We are all here together to serve a purpose, and complaining about your hue is not conducive to our mission”
Upon hearing those words, Ms. Red Pencil appeared and gave a nod with her pencil sharpener hat to the black pencil. “Mr. Black P. is spot on with what he said. Good on you for saying so!”
Winnie and Mr. R.Q. looked at each other in shame then simultaneously spoke out “We’re sorry. We did not mean to cause a rift within the group. Hey, it’s only a game.”
Ms. Red Pencil shakes her head and rolls her eyes.
Moral of the story: the red pencil with the sharpener is more influential than the yellow and pink pencils who think they are sharper.
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