I got up to sharpen a pencil. As I sharpened my no.2 pencil with my sharpener, I pictured a samurai waving his sword around, thrashing to get the job done. The pencil lead kept snapping, twice to be exact.
I though of the blacksmith, who worked, concentrated on foraging a unique sword for the samurai. The pencil lead did not snap, I got a good-looking pencil.