Quillan’s Unruly Star Stamp — Every night in the celestial print shop, Quillan pressed tidy stars onto comet invitations with a dented thimble he had carved himself, and the room smelled of warm ink and singed sugar. Read the full story →
Every night in the celestial print shop, Quillan pressed tidy stars onto comet invitations with a dented thimble he had carved himself, and the room smelled of warm ink and singed sugar. Until one night, the thimble stamped a star on his hoof instead. Because of that, every prance printed another star; because of that, the constellations began receiving invitations to parties that did not exist. Laughing, Quillan reared, caught the thimble on his horn, and carved one final notch by hand: CANCELLED, but charming.
