This is a wood chip.  It is either from a spruce tree or a pine tree, I'm not sure which.  It was saved from certain doom recently on one of my business trips to Pine Falls, Manitoba

If I had not intervened, this poor little chip would have been ground into pulp, mixed into a soup of fibre with the remains of thousands of it's fallen comrades, and pressed onto a very thin sheet of paper.  If I had not acted, this chip might right now be covered in ink as part of a Winnipeg newspaper.

I think I'll name it Wilson.