Once upon a time, there was a pencil.
It belonged to a little boy.
He drew picture in a big drawing book.
Ever day, the pencil grew shorter.
Every day, more pictures appeared on the book.
Until one day, there was no more pencil left and all the pages were full.
A beautiful picture book.
– The end
I wish I could draw or illustrate. I have the images in my head but I can’t bring them onto the paper. There is a little bit of that pencil in me, a bit of that book and the little boy too …