Once upon a time there was a pencil. It’s name was Pency. One day he was drawing made up creatures on his paper house and suddenly he thought something moved. Pency turned around to see what had moved only to see nothing. He turned back to the cyclops he was drawing only to see that it wasn’t there!!! Then suddenly he saw his drawing. It was alive! Then he realized that he was magic. He could draw anything and it would come to life! Then he lived happily ever after.