“Said a Sheet of Snow-White Paper⁠ ⁠…” + 

Said a sheet of snow-white paper, “Pure was I created, and pure will I remain forever. I would rather be burnt and turn to white ashes than suffer darkness to touch me or the unclean to come near me.” + 

The ink-bottle heard what the paper was saying, and it laughed in its dark heart; but it never dared to approach her. And the multicoloured pencils heard her also, and they too never came near her. + 

And the snow-white sheet of paper did remain pure and chaste forever⁠—pure and chaste⁠—and empty. + 