"Inkstand! You don't know anything. People cannot write without a pen." "Without me, you are just a shabby little bird feather." The feather pen laughed at the inkstand.

At that moment, the poet came back from a concert. He opened the inkstand to write a poem. He started to write about the fantastic violin performance of that night. "The sound of the violin was just magnificent. But people think it is easy to play the violin."

The poet had a different opinion from those of other people. He wrote that the wonderful violin performance was because of the player's ability. Neither the inkstand nor the feather pen could recognize that their abilities were all precious until then. They are a gift from God.

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