BILL WATTERSON ‘A Cartoonist’s Advice’

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Four Portions

(Act 1, Scene 1)

An In Stars and time fanfiction, isat spoilers under the cut!

Well-done wishes hurt you like needles. They produced small, sharp pains until dewdrops of craft bleed from your skin, and you grant them.

There’s been far fewer good wishes as of late, as you’ve neutralised a country especially responsible for using Wishcraft. Old scars have had time to heal over, people have seen less red, and you’ve saved a few portions of your craft.

However, you’ve always found an art in finding the most disruptive way a wish can be twisted, and have always liked watching the aftermath of your work. That was what Wishcraft was for, after all. A way to make a deal between you and the wisher, where, in exchange for turning their life into your artwork, they would get to decide one thing about the piece, and how many portions of your time and energy you spent on it.

One of your most recent works came from a wisher in Corbeaux, in Vaugaurde, on Earth, a satellite of the sun, in the Milky way.

It sounded twelve times;

“I wish for Vaugarde to stay perfect.”

Twelve portions were given to make Vaugarde stay perfect.

Now, the unpainted parts of Vaugarde are sore with poor wishing. A discomfort similar to that of a graze. Few parts cut deep enough to draw craft, so only one portion bleeds out, even as you push around Vaugarde gently with your fingers.

You can hear roughly what they’re wishing for;

“----wish—Vaugarde---”

“----Vaugarde---The King---”

“I---save Vau—"

“-----stop—King---”

They want you to undo your previous work.

...You don’t think you could do it with only one portion, the pain is broad, also, so you can’t figure out a place to pinpoint the wish. Which means, under current circumstances, it's impossible to grant.

That is, until...

“I wish to stay with them!”

It sounds three times.

The wish of a traveller, in Dormont, in Vaugarde, on Earth, a satellite of the Sun, in the Milky Way cuts into you, and draws three portions. You give them four.

Three for them to stay with their companions,

And an extra to save Vaugarde.

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All done!

Gently, you let the leaf go, and start down the dirt path back into town, away from the favour tree.

You have a sleepover to go to, after all!

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Once a little boy went to school. One morning The teacher said: “Today we are going to make a picture.” “Good!” thought the little boy. He liked to make all kinds; Lions and tigers, Chickens and cows, Trains and boats; And he took out his box of crayons And began to draw.

But the teacher said, “Wait!” “It is not time to begin!” And she waited until everyone looked ready. “Now,” said the teacher, “We are going to make flowers.” “Good!” thought the little boy, He liked to make beautiful ones With his pink and orange and blue crayons. But the teacher said “Wait!” “And I will show you how.” And it was red, with a green stem. “There,” said the teacher, “Now you may begin.”

The little boy looked at his teacher’s flower Then he looked at his own flower. He liked his flower better than the teacher’s But he did not say this. He just turned his paper over, And made a flower like the teacher’s. It was red, with a green stem.

On another day The teacher said: “Today we are going to make something with clay.” “Good!” thought the little boy; He liked clay. He could make all kinds of things with clay: Snakes and snowmen, Elephants and mice, Cars and trucks And he began to pull and pinch His ball of clay.

But the teacher said, “Wait!” “It is not time to begin!” And she waited until everyone looked ready. “Now,” said the teacher, “We are going to make a dish.” “Good!” thought the little boy, He liked to make dishes. And he began to make some That were all shapes and sizes.

But the teacher said “Wait!” “And I will show you how.” And she showed everyone how to make One deep dish. “There,” said the teacher, “Now you may begin.”

The little boy looked at the teacher’s dish; Then he looked at his own. He liked his better than the teacher’s But he did not say this. He just rolled his clay into a big ball again And made a dish like the teacher’s. It was a deep dish.

And pretty soon The little boy learned to wait, And to watch And to make things just like the teacher. And pretty soon He didn’t make things of his own anymore.

Then it happened That the little boy and his family Moved to another house, In another city, And the little boy Had to go to another school.

The teacher said: “Today we are going to make a picture.” “Good!” thought the little boy. And he waited for the teacher To tell what to do. But the teacher didn’t say anything. She just walked around the room.

When she came to the little boy She asked, “Don’t you want to make a picture?” “Yes,” said the little boy. “What are we going to make?” “I don’t know until you make it,” said the teacher. “How shall I make it?” asked the little boy. “Why, anyway you like,” said the teacher. “And any color?” asked the little boy. “Any color,” said the teacher. And he began to make a red flower with a green stem.

~Helen Buckley, The Little Boy

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most of this is headcannon and predictions about how the story is gonna continue, so I wouldn’t worry too much about spoilers, but just in case...

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