Though I don't quite understand what one needs with so many pencils, I'm glad there's a job out there for Mr. Whaley since he retired from teaching schools of fish.
The roughness really adds to the charm.
Apple loves apples. Think it's made of applewood?
I never realized how boring all my zippers are until now!
Honor the ancestor of the paper. I loved you, tree!
Ah the romance of a sweet old typewriter! Your great novel is still there, just under the surface. You'll write it someday!