A hand grasps an old fashioned pen. They type with a sharp nib for dipping into an ink pen. The pen has a mind of its own, scrawling across the page and spewing forth scribbled animals. It scribbles in desultory fashion, page after page, the passage of time denoted by a change of arm from green sweater to plaid shirt. The pen also acquires a mind of its own, requiring a little firm handling. Insects crawl from the nib, a bird drinks from the puddled ink.