A Straight Line

I noticed a w-w-wobbly... crooked pencil slowly rolling across the blotter, so I stepped up to fix—to correct it at once. The r-r-ruler... wooden stick was slightly tilted too! I pushed the pencil carefully with both hooves until it rested perfectly parallel to the edge of the notebook. Just as I finished, a little brass paperclip took a tumble and b-b-bounced... skipped across the wood. With slow, quiet patience, I nudged the clip right back into its small round tray. Everything on the corner of the blotter is all sp-sp-spotless... neat and in order now.