Submitted by “?”:
Once there was a notebook and he had a trusty pencil. He loved to write stories with his pencil and he drew pictures too. He wrote sentences like “I love pizza and chicken.” Then one day the notebook read a book and knew that his little sentences would never be good enough to write a book so he cried and cried. The book lived happily ever after and the notebook lived sadly ever after. But then the notebook got a great idea!