I was rummaging in my overcrowded drawer for a glue stick , when I spotted something long and silvery. I reached for it .It was a pen. Gluestick forgotten, I pulled out the cover and put the pen to paper. My curiosity got the better of me.   I almost died of shock when the pen started moving. I took a chance and asked it to write poems.   Words began appearing on the paper. The words were silver in colour. It wrote two of my favourite poems – The Highwayman and Daffodils.   There were 7 tiny buttons on the pen. Each was a colour of the rainbow. As I pressed each, the pen wrote in that particular colour. There were 15 tiny silver buttons, after the line of coloured buttons. Each button, when activated, displayed a font that the pen could write in.   Again, my joy knew no bounds. I simply said, ‘write’ and it wrote and wrote. Songs, stories, poems, all in a different font. Then I simply placed it down. I asked it to stop writing. At the rate it was writing, ...