One day, Mr. II, to be read Mr. Two, a usual spiridoko, found an unusual pen with a golden nib and a wooden holder with the name of the owner carved on it.
Only by holding the pen, the spiridoko would experience space orientation problems followed by numerous waves of distressing vibes in all his body.
Maybe the right thing to do was to return the pen to its rightful owner, but Mr. II had never had anything valuable and he was not willing to give away the pen only because he was a little shaky when holding it. So he tried to find it a special purpose; holding and staring at it for hours was not an option anymore. He began thinking.
He put it in a cupboard, but it was not visible anymore and, he couldn’t enjoy its beauty. He put it on a shelf of a tall bookcase, but it felt wrong. He put it in a bowl of soup, but it got dirty.
“What shall I do with it?” he would ask himself every Monday.
Then, one Monday morning, something happened. The spiridoko stood up from his tiny table, he stumbled off his tiny chair and the pen fell on a piece of old paper that he kept on the table to roll up legumes for storage and doodled in its falling something that resembled an II.
“What is this? Does the pen know my name?”
That was the moment when he saw writing in a light that he had never seen before.
He took the pen with both his hands and raised it to the ceiling like on offer to a mighty God, smiling and mumbling.
“Yes, I’ll write something great!”
Later that night, he put his tiny spectacles and begun to scribble tiny magic words.
A spiridoko = a little creature that lives in a modest house, loves the forest where he spends most of his time and sometimes has eccentric ideas.