I Think the Pen Did It

Today, Hannah was drawing on a piece of paper on the coffee table with a pen. I asked her to put the pad of paper under her piece so she wouldn't draw on the table. She then proceeded to point out some mysterious marks on the table saying, "Like this? Look what happened here."

"Did you do that?" Scott asked.

"I think the pen did it," Hannah replied. She then looked at the pen, as if to check its culpability.

"Were you holding it?" Scott prompted.

"Yes," Hannah admitted (with a trace of something resembling guilt). "But I think it was the pen."

Ah yes, the pen. With a will of its own. Hannah was holding it; but in the end, it was still the pen that did it.