One day there was a man who loved to mix paints so one day he tried to mix, red, yellow , green and blue together and it just turned into a gray slop. So he just threw it into his wood scrap pile and went in. The next day he went outside and smelled something different and went over to his wood scraps and couldn’t describe it! There was dried paint on the wood. He went over to investigate and picked up a piece of wood and chipped off a piece of the wood. Then he got mad and threw the piece down. It made a mark. He got an idea. He got a piece of paper. He made a mark on the paper. He put a grip on it and decided to call it a pencil. So he decided to open a shop with pencils. It was called pencil place. His is how pencils started but soon his pencils got sold out and the manager shut down the pencil people could not write because the pencils were to big to write with. So he used a wood carver to make a smaller grip for the pencils. He got some rubber and foam to mix in everything. He mixed them in a big cast iron skillet. After that he took his hose out and cooled the hot pencil. Last, he dried it with a towel. He tried it out and it worked! Finally, his shop was re-opened and he got business going again. The end.