From that day on, the print shop kept Dumbo in the front of the case. Children came from all over to set their stories in its gentle, floppy letters. Because Dumbo taught them something the sharp fonts never could:

“It’s the most beautiful font in the world,” she said.

That night, the shop owner’s six-year-old daughter, Maya, crept downstairs. She had a story to write for her mother, who was sick in bed. Maya couldn’t yet write neatly. Her ‘a’s came out round and open. Her ‘r’s looked like tiny umbrellas. Her letters shook with the effort of being brave.