LET US READ
The Magic Pencil
Chris was a
little boy who enjoyed going to school and doing all sorts of things except art
and writing. Using brushes and pencils was not easy for him. So, his artwork
was never a happy ending, and he would give up quickly.
But one day Chris
found a pencil of such lovely colours that he could not resist and he tried to
draw a circle. As always, it did not go well, he was about to throw the pencil
away. Just then, his drawing began to speak to him.
you going to leave me like this? At least draw me a pair of eyes," said
the drawing. Chris was shocked, but he managed to draw two little spots inside
better, now I can see myself," said the circle, looking around at itself.
"Ahh! What have you done to me?"
draw very well," said Chris, trying to make excuses.
problem.", said the drawing. "I am sure that if you try again, you’ll
do better. Go on, rub me out!" So, Chris erased the circle and drew
another one. Like the first one, it was not very round.
forgot my eyes again!"
think I’m going to have to teach you how to draw until you can do me
well," said the circle with its quick, squeaky little voice.
Chris, who was
still shocked, thought that this was a good idea. He immediately found himself
drawing and erasing circles. The circle would not stop saying "Rub this
out, but carefully; it hurts," or "Draw me some hair, quickly, I look
like a lollipop!" and other funny remarks.
the whole afternoon together, Chris could now draw the little figure much
better than most of his classmates. He was enjoying it so much that he did not
want to stop drawing with this crazy new teacher of his. Before going to bed
that night, Chris gave his new teacher a hearty thank you for teaching him to
didn’t do anything!" answered the little drawing.
see that you’ve been practising a lot, and enjoying it all the while? I bet
that’s the first time you’ve done that!"
Chris stopped to
think. The truth was that he had drawn so badly because he had never practised
more than ten minutes at a time. He had always done it angrily. So, what the
little drawing had said was correct.
correct, but, thank you," he said. He carefully kept the pencil in his
school bag before going to sleep.
The next morning
Chris jumped out of bed and went running to find his pencil, but it was not
there. He searched everywhere, but there was no sign of it. The sheet of paper
on which he had drawn the little figure, although still full of rubbing out
marks, was completely blank. Chris was worried, and he did not know if he had
spent the previous afternoon talking with the little man or whether he was
dreaming all of it.
So, to settle the
matter, he took a pencil and paper and tried to draw a little man.
Think: Say whether he can
draw well now. If yes, why?
he can draw well now because he had been practising hard. His continuous
practice helped him to draw well now.
It turned out not
bad at all, except for a couple of rough lines. He imagined his little teacher
telling him to rub and fix them. Chris gladly rubbed out those bits and redrew
them. He realised that the crazy little teacher had been right: it made no
difference whether you had the magic pencil or not.
To learn to do
things, you only needed to keep trying and to enjoy while doing so.
From that day on,
whenever Chris tried to draw or paint, or do anything else, he always had fun
imagining his drawing telling him "Come on, my friend, do me a bit better
than that! I can’t go out looking like this!"