Conditional Reality

Crabapple Smokering sharpened pencils. He spent days twirling them in his little sharpener. He lined them up in rows and invited people to his house to see his sharpened pencils. Why do you have so many? they asked. I have to, said Crabapple, because there are so many different kinds. Crabapple made out his will. I need to leave my pencils to a worthy institution that will take care of them, he said. The lawyer nodded. I can do that for you, she said. I believe in what you are doing. I use pencils myself everyday. I really like them.