Once upon a time, there was a little girl, Karolina... Karolina lived in happiness and love with her mother. Karolina's birthday came. Her father sent her a burgundy pencil. The little girl was very happy with the pencil, she loved it the most.
She even wrote in her diary, kept separate from the rest, in a small burgundy pencil case. But one day something bad happened to the pencil. She pushed it hard while writing in her diary and the tip snapped off. It hurt the pencil very badly and it cracked:
- Ouch! My tip! It snapped! - wailed the pencil.
Karolina, amazed by the sound of the pencil, said:
- Can you talk? - he asked.
- Yes. Because I am a talking pencil. It really hurts that my tip snapped off. But since this has happened to me before, I'm leaving you, I'm not staying here any longer. - she said desperately.
Not believing the pencil, the little girl went to bed. In the night, the pencil escaped out of the open window and went out into the world. The next morning, Karolina noticed something unusually strange in her room. The pencil was not on her desk. She started looking for it, searching everywhere, even under the bed, but she couldn't find it anywhere. Crying, she ran downstairs to her mother who was in the kitchen cooking lunch.
- Anya! Mum!" she cried in a crying, bouncing voice.
- What's wrong with you? Why are you crying, jumping? What happened?- she asked.
- My favourite pencil has run away from me.
- My advice to you is to go and find it.
The little girl took her mother's advice and went looking for him. She took some food with her. As she walked, she saw the pencil on the ditch bank, but she was not alone, she was sitting on the ditch bank with a silver pencil. Then he spoke:
- Please come back to me! I promise to take care of you
- But I won't go without him.
That's when he noticed the silver pencil sitting next to him.
- He can come too, there is room for him on the desk.
Pencil was delighted, and the three of them set off home. When they got home, Karolina told her mum where she had found her favourite pencil, and from that day on she took care of both pencils.
