During art class, I couldn't find my favorite pencil.↵
It was blue with stars on it.↵
I looked in my bag, on the floor, and even under the table.↵
Then I saw my classmate, Daniel, using a pencil that looked just like mine.↵
"That's my pencil!" I said.↵
Daniel frowned. "No, it's mine. I got it yesterday."↵
We both looked upset.↵
Our teacher came over and asked what was wrong.↵
She looked at the pencil and said, "There are two names on this—one in pen, one in pencil."↵
We looked closer.↵
Under Daniel's name, my name was written faintly.↵
He gasped. "Oh no, I must have picked it up by mistake!"↵
I smiled. "It's okay. I'm glad we figured it out."↵
We laughed, and I gave him a sticker to say sorry for yelling.↵
Now we sit together in art class every week.

One day, a great lion was sleeping under a tree.↵
A tiny mouse ran over his paw and woke him up.↵
"Who dares to bother me?" the lion roared.↵
"I'm sorry!" squeaked the mouse. "Please don't eat me. Maybe I can help you someday!"↵
The lion laughed loudly. "You? Help me? That's funny!"↵
But he let the mouse go.↵
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A few days later, the lion was walking in the forest.↵
Suddenly, he was caught in a hunter's net.↵
He roared and tried to break free, but the ropes were too strong.↵
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Soon, the mouse heard his cry.↵
She ran to the lion and began to chew the ropes with her sharp teeth.↵
Bit by bit, the ropes broke.↵
The lion was free!↵
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"Thank you, little friend," said the lion.↵
The mouse smiled. "I told you I could help!"↵
From that day, the lion and the mouse were best friends.