Zosia was very fond of her childhood dresser with its colourful drawers. The most mysterious one was the one completely at the bottom - full of crayons, erasers and old stickers. One evening, as her mother was wishing Zosia a good night, a quiet whisper came from the drawer: - Hey, psst! - Zosia jumped up in surprise and opened her eyes wide. It was a voice coming from under a pile of crayons! She quietly got off the bed and walked over to the chest of drawers. She slowly slid out a drawer. On the very top lay her favourite red crayon. - At last someone heard me! - said the crayon, stretching lazily. Zosia couldn't believe her ears. - You... you say? - Of course! - replied the crayon. - And it's not just me! Here everyone has something interesting to say. Suddenly the eraser jumped up and squeaked: - Shh! Do you hear that? Someone's approaching! In the silence, Sophie heard a soft tapping coming from the very end of the drawer. Something flashed in the dark corner, and then....