The various writing materials that lived on a writer's desk once fought with each other over whom the writer held more dear.

"I'm more important than you", claimed the lamp with enthusiasm, "as my light shines on each and every story the writer writes during the lonely nights when there is enough silence for him to concentrate".

"No, I'm more important", claimed the notepad, "as every time the writer thinks of something, he notes it down so that he can go back when he runs out of inspiration".

"I'm the most important", said the rubber with pride, "as every time the writer finishes something, he reads it all over again and gets me to correct his mistakes".

"You are all wrong", said the pencil holder. "As I'm not the bearer of pencils or pens, but rather, dreams ready to materialize on paper. You should not call me a pencil holder, but rather a... dream holder!", she added. The pencils inside her all agreed.

The writer then appeared, who took a pencil from the pencil holder and started writing on an empty sheet of paper. "I don't need to correct myself today. What I need is to self myself free and let the moonlight inspire me", he said, then placed the rubber in the drawer, closed the notepad and switched off the lamp.

So filled with inspiration was he that the poem he wrote that day was the stuff of dreams.