26. Quill
March 1, 2034
Aged: 4 years and 11 months old

"Come on Arty, let's say something nice for Chirp."
"But I want Ch-ch-chirpy baaaaaaaack," he sobbed.
"I know darling." Melissa bundled him up into her arms, her shoulder getting damp from the tears.
"Hey Art, look, it's a feather."
Art looked up from his mother's shoulder to see the feather Scott was holding.
"You know what you can do? You can turn it into a Quill."
"Wh-what's a q-q-quill?" Art asked.
Melissa unwrapped him from her arms and watched her eldest son calm his little brother.
"It's what really old people used to use, in the olden days, before pens."