The desk was ware I sit.
When I sat down I heard an ow
my desk screamed loudly at me.
I told my desk it was as loud as wind whistling. It replied I am sorry. I am very old.
My desk hands me a pen, I always get my pen with a smile. I thanked that old desk. He laughed and told me quiet now class is starting. My desk and I had learned a lot and had fun doing so that day. The next day my old friend was gone. I loved that desk like a mother loves her son. I got a new one, this one not so old. This one did not walk did not talk. It just was not the same. Taped to the back was a note saying. Hi I love you. I will never replace you I miss you. Goodbye