The Wemmicks were small wooden people carved by a woodmaker name Eli.
威米克是一群小木人，木匠以莱亲手刻了他们。
Each Wemmick was different. Some had big noses, others had large eyes. Some were tall and some others were short.
每一个威米克都长得不一样。有些鼻子长得高高的，有些眼睛长得大大的。有些是高个子，有些矮个子。
Each Wemmick had a box of golden star stickers and gray dot stickers. The wooden people went around the village sticking stars and dots on one another.
每一个威米克都有一盒金星和黑点点的贴纸。小木人们在村庄里走来走去，在彼此的身上贴上星星和点点。
The pretty ones got stars. Wemmicks with rough wood or chipped paint got dots.
美丽的小木人身上有许多星星。而那些粗木雕刻或涂刷不怎么漂亮的小木人们身上则有许多点点。
The talented ones got stars, too. Some could jump over tall boxes or sing pretty songs. Others, though, could do little. They got dots.
聪明的小木人身上也有许多星星。他们当中一些可以跳过高盒子，一些很会唱动听美妙的歌。
Punchinello was one of these. He tried to jump high like others, buthe always fell. So the Wemmicks would give him dots. When he tried to explain why he fell, he would say something silly, so the Wemmicks would give him more dots.
"He deserves lots of dots," the wooden people would say. After a while Punchinello believed them. "I guess I am not a good Wemmick," he decided. So he stayed inside most of the time.
When he did go outside, he hung around other Wemmicks who had lots of dots. He felt better around them.
后来他走出来，和那些身上好多点点的威米克呆在一起。和他们一块儿他觉得心里好受多了。
One day he met a different kind of Wemmick name Lucia. She had no dots or stars.
一天他遇到了一个不一样的威米克，名字叫露西亚。她身上既没点点也没有星星。
The Wemmicks admired Lucia for having no dots, so they would give her a star. But it would fall off. Others gave her a dot for having no stars. But it wouldn't stay either.
That's the way I want to be, thought Punchinello. So he asked Lucia how she did it.
庞切尼罗想：这才是我想要的。于是他问露西亚，她是怎么办到的。
"It's easy, "she replied. "Every day I go visit Eli the woodcarver."
“很简单，”她回答，“每天我都去见那位雕木人以莱。”
"Why？"
“为什么？”庞切尼罗问。
"You will find out if you go see him."Then Lucia turned and skipped
away.
“如果你去与他会面，你会知道的。”然后露西亚转身走开了。
"But will he want to see me?" Punchinello wondered. Later, at home,he sat and watched the wooden people giving each other stars and dots. "It's not right," he muttere to himself. And he decided to go see Eli.
Punchinello walked up the narrow path and stepped into Eli's shop. His eyes grew big. The stool was as tall as he was. He had to stretch on tiptoe to see the top of the workbench.
Punchinello swallowed hard. "I am not staying here." Then he heard his name. "Punchinello? "The voice was deep and strong. "How good to see you. Come--let me have a look at you."
Eli spoke very slowly. "Because you are mine. That's why you matter to me." Punchinello didn't know what to say. "Every day I've been hope you'd come." Eli explained.