One day he met a different kind of Wemmick named Lucia. She had no dots or stars. When he did go outside, he hung around other Wemmicks who had lots of dots. “I guess I’m not a good Wemmick,” he decided. So he stayed inside most of the time. “He deserves lots of dots,” the wooden people would say. When he tried to explain why he fell, he would say something silly, so the Wemmicks would give him more dots. He tried to jump high like others, but he always fell. So the Wemmicks would give him dots. Wemmicks with rough wood or chipped paint got dots.The talented ones got stars, too. Some could jump over tall boxes or sing pretty songs. Others, though, could do little. They got dots. Some had big noses, other s had large eyes. Some were tall and others were short.Įach Wemmick had a box of golden star stickers and gray dot stickers. The wooden people went around the village sticking stars or dots on one another.The pretty ones got stars. The Wemmicks were small wooden people carved by a woodworker named Eli.
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