The Story of the Pencil

Hello there. My name is Pencil, and I'm your best friend for drawing and writing. I’m long and thin, usually with a bright yellow coat and a pink eraser for a hat. My most important part is my pointy tip. That's how I help you write your name, draw pictures of dragons, or do your math homework. I love leaving a neat, gray line wherever you guide me. Before I came along, making marks was very messy. People used crumbly charcoal or wet ink that could spill everywhere. I was created to make things much easier and cleaner for everyone. I can’t wait to tell you my story.

My story begins a very long time ago, way back in the 1500s, in a place called Borrowdale, England. One day after a big storm, some shepherds found a huge chunk of something dark and shiny sticking out of the ground. It was a special rock called graphite. They discovered it left a perfect dark mark, much better than charcoal. At first, people just wrapped strings or sheepskin around little pieces of graphite to write with, but oh, it was so messy. It got all over their fingers. I worried that my shiny black heart would always be a bit of a troublemaker. But then, a very clever man in France named Nicolas-Jacques Conté came to my rescue. On January 30th, 1795, he had a brilliant idea. He figured out how to grind the graphite into a powder and mix it with clay. Then he baked it in a hot oven. This made my inside, my 'lead,' strong and smooth. It wasn't messy anymore. To keep your fingers perfectly clean, another smart person decided to wrap me in a cozy wooden coat. They carved two pieces of wood, placed my graphite-and-clay heart in the middle, and glued them together. That’s how I became the pencil you know today, strong, clean, and ready to help.

Now, I get to travel all over the world. I live in pencil cases and on desks in schools and homes just like yours. I help students learn their letters and numbers. I help artists sketch amazing drawings of superheroes and beautiful landscapes. I even help grown-ups write down important ideas and plans. I feel so proud when I see a blank piece of paper fill up with wonderful stories and pictures that came from your imagination. I'm not just a piece of wood and graphite; I'm a tool for your creativity. So go ahead, pick me up. What amazing idea will you bring to life today?

Reading Comprehension Questions

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Answer: Because the graphite was messy and got all over their fingers.

Answer: He baked it in a hot oven to make it strong.

Answer: It means the inside part of the pencil, which is the graphite.

Answer: His name was Nicolas-Jacques Conté.