Not Mine, Never Mine, Usual Disclaimers.
This story is set during 'Puppy Love'.
Spock had pencils, like real pencils, pencils that were obsolete pieces of technology, along with paper and other things. Yet there was a whole pile of them sitting in a container on Spock's desk, or at least they had been until Jim knocked them off. Jim was still learning how to navigate with his oversized puppy paws, and he had become somewhat clumsy. Spock had left that morning promising not to forget about him again, but Jim had quickly grown bored. He had pushed and pulled the chair out from under the desk, and climbed onto it in order to take a look around. In his endeavour, Jim had knocked the container of pencils and spilled its contents everywhere.
Shaking his head, Jim hopped off the desk and chased the offending stationary onto the floor with the intention of returning the items to their place. Jim attempted to pick them up with his hands out of habit before remembering that he was a puppy with paws lacking opposable thumbs. Jim sat back on his hunches and debated internally for several moments before trying to pick one up with his mouth. He didn't want to break or otherwise harm Spock's stuff but he didn't want to leave another mess either.
Jim growled at the pencils as he failed to pick up the objects, his muzzle kept getting in the way and threw off his depth perception. Eventually he was able to carefully pick one up ad hold onto it in his mouth without breaking or dropping it. Jumping back onto the desk via the chair, Jim ran into his next problem, as the container that had been holding the pencils was still lying on its side. Jim began pawing at the container, rolling it into the wall, hoping to use the wall as a brace to tip it upright, but the pencil kept getting in the way. Frustrated, Jim let out a yap, releasing the pencil, causing the puppy captain to chase it, but he tripped on a combination of his paws and the pencil container, sending all three tumbling to the floor.
Jim shook himself off and took stock of the mess he had made. Whining, he tapped at a pencil, half hoping for a miracle in which they magically flew back into their container up on the desk. With no miracle forthcoming, he slammed his paw down on one, only to have it flip upwards into the air. It was the most entertaining thing that Jim had encountered all day. Hitting another one, I didn't budge, so Jim tried again, this time hitting it closer towards the sharpened end, and was rewarded by having it flip. Suitably distracted for the moment, Jim forgot about not wanting to make a mess and made a game out of trying to see how high he could flip the pencils, and how far he could make them go.
He was interrupted by a, 'Captain?'
Jim looked up to see Spock and Uhura standing in the doorway, surveying the pencils scattered about the room. Uhura was looking as if she was about to burst out laughing. Jim wandered over and sat before the pair and tilted his head to the side. Spock was going to learn the hard way that a bored puppy was like a bored Jim Kirk: Destructive.