To ask you how much sorrow can knees endure, it's just like the pain of having an arrow pierce through your knees. I used to be just like you, not knowing what it means to have an arrow in the knee, until one day an arrow struck my knee; I used to be a handsome and manly arrow just like you, until I hit the knee of a microwave oven; I used to be a stylish microwave oven just like you, until my knee was hit by an arrow of pencil; I used to be an honest pencil just like you, until my knee was hit by an arrow from the Aracataca Company of Colombia. And that's when I became a magic pencil: drawing a bow as full as the moon, looking northwest, shooting at the knees.