A happy pencil, maybe he is receiving sexual favors, maybe he is being sharpened.

I like to imagine his name is Harold, harryw if you will. He had 3 children and a wife (a bic pen) and a RRSP, his life was looking amazing, he thought that his life was laid out in front of him, every turn and event perfect known. Then one day out of no where a transient pencil case decided to live in his front yard. He did not want him there, but his wife took pity on him and fought with him over many a night to let him stay. One day after a long day at the accounting firm he came home to see the transient CHANGING HIS WIFES INK. That was it, that was the last straw, he left his wife and started to live in his friends house until he had enough money move into an apartment. He realized that his kids no longer loved him for how mad he got at their mother, his wife hated him for being so cruel, he has no money because of the divorce, so he decided to kill himself. This was taken on the last day before he died, he had taken as much ecstacy as one could take without killing oneself. He jumped the next day. The accountant got a splinter on his broken body. Fin de Harry.