Wynn's Crooked Calligraphy Pen
For his birthday, Wynn received a calligraphy set. It had a wooden pen, a bottle of black ink, and a pad of thick, creamy paper. The pen had a flat, slanted tip instead of a round one.
Wynn dipped it in the ink and wrote his name, but a fat blot landed on the T, and the W looked like a squashed spider. He tried again, and the line wobbled across the page. On the third try, he pressed so hard that the tip splayed apart and scratched the paper.
His aunt, who owned the book of fancy alphabets, sat down beside him. "Don't write your name yet," she said. "Make a hundred slanted lines first, and keep the pen at the same angle every time."
Wynn thought that sounded dull. But he tried it anyway, and line after line marched across the page. At first they leaned in all directions, but by the fortieth line they leaned the same way, and by the hundredth they looked like a row of neat little fence posts.
Then his aunt let him write the letter "a." He drew two strokes with the slant he had practiced, and the letter came out smooth, with thick and thin parts that looked like it belonged in a castle.
That evening, Wynn wrote "Happy Birthday, Grandpa" on a card. The H still sagged a bit on the left. Grandpa taped it to the refrigerator anyway, right in the middle.