Pencil:
You know, I'm really sorry.
Eraser:
Why? You didn't do anything.
Pencil:
I'm sorry because you get hurt because of me. Whenever I make a mistake you're always there to erase it. Yet, as you make my mistakes vanish, you lose a part of yourself & you get smaller&smaller every time.
Eraser:
That's true, but you see; I don't really mind. I was made to do this. I was made to help you whenever you do something wrong, even though one of these days I will be gone, and you'll have to replace me, I was happy with my job. So please, don't worry, I don't like seeing you sad.(: