We need to understand, just like Punchinello, why we were made.įirst we were made with detail. 17 How precious also are Your thoughts to me, O God! How vast is the sum of them! 18 If I should count them, they would outnumber the sand. 15 My frame was not hidden from You, When I was made in secret, And skillfully wrought in the depths of the earth 16 Your eyes have seen my unformed substance And in Your book were all written The days that were ordained for me, When as yet there was not one of them. Psalm 139:14-18: 14 I will give thanks to You, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made Wonderful are Your works, And my soul knows it very well. He didn’t know with what purpose he was made. Punchinello didn’t know why he didn’t get stars. When he would fall the others gathered around him and gave him gray dots. He tried to jump like, but he always fell. They would gray dots if they weren’t talented, they had marks on their paint, or if they just did measure up to the Wemmicks with gold stars. They got stars if their paint was chipped, if they’re pretty or talented. Walking up and down the street they could be seen putting stars or dots on each other. Each Wemmick had a box of golden stars and gray dots. And the Wemmicks did the same thing every day: they gave each other stickers. After Eli carved them they were allow to live in the village below. Each Wemmick was unique in the way Eli craved them.

Some were tall, some were short, some had glasses, some did not, some were thin, some were stout, some had talent, and some were without.

His wood working shop over looked the village were they live. Each one of them was carved by a woodworker named Eli.

The wemmicks