The magic pencil

One day I was walking to school. I heard a voice coming from my bag so I opened it up. Inside there was a pencil. The pencil was alive! I took it out of my bag and looked at it. The pencil then asked me.

"What am I?"

"You're a pencil."

"Where am I?"

"You're in america."

"What's that?"

"A country. Don't you have a brain?"

"What's  a brain?"

"You're very stupid. I'm putting you back in my bag."

So I put the pencil back into my bag and it didn't talk ever again. I was late to school.

The End

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