My brother used to come home with a different pencil every day from school. He'd take one to school and go home with another one. He never knew why he had a different pencil. It was a mystery. How on earth does that happen? This made me think back to the days of middle and high school and the thieves. I had, what I thought, were really nice Sanrio pen / pencils, the ones that were both. I'd leave it on my desk, being the once trusting person that I was, and when I came back from break, I'd find them missing. Damn thieves. Whoever stole my pen / pencils should confess. I'll get this lineman on you: