Tale Of The Pencils

Once upon a time, there lived some pencils in a little forest glade at the foot of a tall, scary mountain. The pencils lived together peacefully and happily, farming and eating together without conflict or any grudges between them. They lived in wonderful pencil cases propped up in the soft, fertile ground, and grew shorter by the year due to their annual sharpening, which took place at a ceremony. Life was good, except for one ominous shadow, cast over the small community (which didn’t move around because it was stationery) by a castle halfway up the mountain, which belonged to a terrible, mean old wizard who rode around on a fire-breathing dragon. The wizard seldom came down the mountain, but when he did, he burned up all of the pencils’ crops with the dragon’s fiery breath. Pencils don’t eat anything, so it didn’t really matter. It was more the principle of the thing, and the fact that sometimes the fire spread to their tiny abodes, burning them down and destroying all of their property. Once, a pencil had even died in one of these senseless attacks. So, understandably, the pencils were all terrified.
Luckily for the pencils, on the other side of the mountain there lived a certain 1980’s pop group, who, when they heard the wizard launch one of his attacks, would come charging round the foot of the mountain on their motorbikes, the revving of which was the only thing that would scare the dragon away. One day, the wizard decided to launch his most fearsome attack yet, so he mounted the dragon, which had been drinking loads of coffee, and charged down the mountainside with a sword in each flailing hand. However, the 1980’s pop group had been secretly watching the wizard’s preparations for several days, and had spent the time building an electrical pulse canon. When the wizard reached the tiny pencil village, they charged in with the weapon held high and blew the wizard clean over the village, over the dense surrounding forest, over the vast desert beyond, and into the dark cursed lake of Anwalan with a mighty SPLASH! And that’s why pencils have Erasure.