Kabillion El Chavo -

He looked at El Chavo.

El Chavo stood up. He walked through the gold coins, past the robotic bowing neighbors, and placed his small hand on Kabillion's shimmering sleeve. kabillion el chavo

"Good night, El Chavo. May your barrel always hold water. And your heart, a kabillion kindnesses." He looked at El Chavo

When Chavo cried, Kabillion made the stars shine a little brighter through the cracks in the roof. When Don Ramón sighed, Kabillion made the wind carry the smell of fresh bread from a distant bakery. When Quico bragged, Kabillion made a nearby frog ribbit exactly on cue, making everyone laugh. "Good night, El Chavo

Kabillion froze. For the first time in his existence, he encountered a paradox. He could grant infinite quantity. He could grant cosmic power. But he had never been asked for moderation . For balance . His programming—his very soul—rebelled.

"No," Chavo said softly. "It's just one. I wish that everyone had a little bit of what they need. Not a kabillion. Just… enough."