Pencil:You know.. i'm really sorry.
Eraser:For what? You didn't do anything wrong.
Pencil:I'm sorry, because you get hurt because of me. Whenver i make a mistake, you're always there to erase it. But as you make my mistakes vanish, you loose part of yourself. You get smaller and smaller everytime.
Eraser:That's true.. but i don't really mind.. you see. I was made to do this. I was made to help you whenever you do something wrong. Even though, one day i will be gone, and you will have to replace me with a new one.. i'm actually happy; because it's my job. So please.. stop worrying because i hate seeing you sad.
Pencil:but i don't want to replace you...