看到一篇童话《微美克人》，很高兴找到它的英文，还搜到几张不同系列、不同版本的小图，希望大家喜欢。

Sometime I really want got more gold stars, same as the Wemmicks

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The Wemmicks were small wooden people. Each of the wooden people was carved by a woodworker named Eli. His workshop sat on a hill overlooking their village.

Every Wemmick was different. Some had big noses, others had large eyes. Some were tall and others were short. Some wore hats, others wore coats. But all were made by the same carver and all lived in the village.

微美克人是一群小木頭人。他們都是木匠伊萊雕刻成的。伊萊的工作室座落在一個山丘上，從那兒可以俯瞰整個微美克村。

每一個微美克人都長得不一樣。有的大鼻子，有的大眼睛；有的個子高，有的個子矮；有人帶帽子，有人穿外套。但是他們全都是同一個人刻出來的，也都住在同一個村子裡。

And all day, everyday, the Wemmicks did the same thing: they gave each other stickers. Each Wemmick had a box of golden star stickers and a box of gray dot stickers. Up and down the streets all over the city, people could be seen sticking stars or dots on one another.

The pretty ones, those with smooth wood and fine paint, always got stars. But if the wood was rough or the paint chipped, the Wemmicks gave dots. The talented ones got stars, too. Some could lift big sticks high above their heads or jump over tall boxes.

Still others knew big words or could sing very pretty songs. Everyone gave them stars.

Some Wemmicks had stars all over them! Every time they got a star it made them feel so good that they did something else and got another star.

微美克人整天只做一件事，而且每天都一樣：他們互相貼貼紙。每一個微美克人都有一盒金星貼紙和一盒灰點貼紙。他們每天在大街小巷裡，給遇到的人貼貼紙。

木質光滑、漆色好的漂亮木頭人總是被貼上星星。

木質粗糙或油漆脫落的就會被貼灰點點。

有才能的人當然也會被貼星星。例如，有些人可以把大木棍舉過頭頂，或是可以跳過堆高的箱子。另外，有些人學問好，還有些很會唱歌。大家都會給這些人星星貼紙。

有些微美克人全身都貼滿了星星！每得到一個星星，他們就好高興！他們會想要再做點什麼，好再多得一個星星。

Others, though, could do little. They got dots. Punchinello was one of these. He tried to jump high like the others, but he always fell. And when he fell, the others would gather around and give him dots. Sometimes when he fell, it would scar his wood, so the people would give him more dots. He would try to explain why he fell and say something silly, and the Wemmicks would give more dots. After a while he had so many dots that he didn't want to go outside. He was afraid he would do something dumb such as forget his hat or step in the water, and then people would give him another dot. In fact, he had so many gray dots that some people would come up and give him one without reason.

"He deserves lots of dots," the wooden people would agree with one another. "He's not a good wooden person."

After a while Punchinello believed them. "I'm not a good Wemmick," he would say. The few times he went outside, he hung around other Wemmicks who had a lot of dots. He felt better around them.

然而，什麼都做不好的人的人，就只有得灰點點的份了。胖哥就是其中之一。他想要跟別人一樣跳很高，卻總是摔的四腳朝天。一旦他摔下來，其他人就會圍過來，為他貼上灰點點。
有時候，他摔下來時刮傷了他的身體，別人又為他再貼上灰點貼紙。然後，他為了解釋他為什麼會摔倒，講了一些可笑的理由，別人又會給他再多貼一些灰點。

不久之後，他因為灰點太多，就不想出門了。他怕又做出什麼傻事，像是忘了帽子或是踩進水裡，那樣別人就會再給他一個灰點。其實，有些人只因為看到他身上有很多灰點貼紙，就會跑過來再給他多加一個，根本沒有其他理由。

「他本來就該被貼很多點點的。」大家都這麼說。「因為他不是個好木頭人。」

聽多了這樣的話，胖哥也這麼認為了。他會說：「是啊，我不是個好微美克人了。」

他很少出門，每次他出去就會去跟有很多灰點點的人在一起，這樣他才不會自卑。

One day he met a Wemmick who was unlike any he'd ever met. She had no dots or stars. She was just wooden. Her name was Lulia. It wasn't that people didn't try to give her stickers; it's just that the stickers didn't stick. Some admired Lulia for having no dots, so they would run up and give her a star. But it would fall off. Some would look down on her for having no stars, so they would give her a dot. But it wouldn't stay either.

"That's the way I want to be," thought Punchinello. "I don't want anyone's marks."

So he asked the stickerless Wemmick how she did it.

"It's easy," Lulia replied. "Every day I go see Eli."

"Eli?"

"Yes, Eli. The woodcarver. I sit in the workshop with him."

"Why?"

"Why don't you find out for yourself? Go up the hill. He's there." And with that the Wemmick with no marks turned and skipped away.

"But he won't want to see me!" Punchinello cried out. Lulia didn't hear.

有一天，他遇見一個很不一樣的微美克人。

她的身上既沒有灰點點，也沒有星星，就只是木頭。她的名字叫露西亞。

可不是別人不給她貼貼紙喔，是因為貼紙根本貼不住。

有些人很欽佩露西亞沒有得到任何灰點，所以他們便想為她貼上星星，但是一貼，貼紙就掉下來了。

有些人因為露西亞沒有星星，所以瞧不起她，他們想給她貼灰點，但是也貼不住。

胖哥心裡想：我就是想這樣。我不想要任何記號。

所以，他問那個身上沒有貼紙的微美克人，怎麼做可以跟她一樣。

「很簡單啊！」露西亞說。「我每天去找伊萊。」

「伊萊？」

「對呀！就是木匠伊萊。我會跟他一起坐在他的工作室裡。」

「為什麼？」

「你自己去看看不就知道了嗎？去吧！他就在山丘上。」

那個沒有貼紙的微美克人一說完，就轉身，踏著輕快的步伐離開了。

「但是，他肯見我嗎？」胖哥大喊。不過露西亞沒有聽到。

So Punchinello went home. He sat near a window and watched the wooden people as they scurried around giving each other stars and dots. 

"It's not right," he muttered to himself. And he resolved to go see Eli.

He walked up the narrow path to the top of the hill and stepped into the big shop. His wooden eyes widened at the size of everything. The stool was as tall as he was. He had to stretch on his tiptoes to see the top of the workbench. A hammer was as long as his arm.

Punchinello swallowed hard. "I'm not staying here!" and he turned to leave.

Then he heard his name.

"Punchinello?" The voice was deep and strong.

Punchinello stopped.

"Punchinello! How good to see you. Come and let me have a look at you."

Punchinello turned slowly and looked at the large bearded craftsman.

"You know my name?" the little Wemmick asked.

"Of course I do. I made you."

所以胖哥還是回家了。他坐在窗邊，看著外面的微美克人彼此追逐，爭相為別人貼貼紙。

「這是不對的。」他對自已說。他決定去見伊萊。

他走上通往山頂的小路，然後走進那間大大的工作室。這裡的東西都好大，讓他不禁張大了他的木頭眼睛。連凳子都跟他一樣高。他得踮起腳尖才看得見工作檯的檯面。而鐵鎚跟他的手臂一樣長。

胖哥驚訝的嚥了嚥口水。「我不要待在這裡。」他轉身想走。

這時他聽到 「胖哥？」那個聲音低沉又有力。

胖哥停下腳步。

「胖哥！真高興看到你。過來讓我瞧瞧。」胖哥慢慢轉過身，看著那位高大、
滿臉鬍子的木匠。

他問木匠：「你知道我的名字？」

「當然囉。你是我造的啊。」

Eli stooped down and picked him up and set him on the bench. "Hmm," the maker spoke thoughtfully as he inspected the gray circles. "Looks like you've been given some bad marks."

"I didn't mean to, Eli. I really tried hard."

"Oh, you don't have to defend yourself to me, child. I don't care what the other Wemmicks think."

"You don't?"

"No, and you shouldn't either. Who are they to give stars or dots? They're Wemmicks just like you. What they think doesn't matter, Punchinello. All that matters is what I think. And I think you are pretty special."

Punchinello laughed. "Me, special? Why? I can't walk fast. I can't jump. My paint is peeling. Why do I matter to you?"

Eli looked at Punchinello, put his hands on those small wooden shoulders, and spoke very slowly. "Because you're mine. That's why you matter to me."

伊萊彎下腰，把胖哥抱到工作檯上。

「嗯」這位創造者看見他身上的灰點，若有所思的說：「看來，別人給了你一些不好的記號。」

「我不是故意的，伊萊。我真的很努力了。」

「喔，孩子，你不用在我面前為自己辯護。我不在乎別的微美克人怎麼想。」

「你不在乎？」

「我不在乎，你也不應該在乎。給你星星或點點的是誰？他們和你一樣，都只是微美克人。他們怎麼想並不重要，胖哥。重要的是我怎麼想。我覺得你很特別。」

胖哥笑了。

「我？很特別？為什麼？我走不快，跳不高。我的漆也開始剝落。你為什麼在乎我？」

伊萊看著胖哥，他把手放在胖哥的小木頭肩膀上，緩緩的說：「因為你是我的。所以我在乎你。」

Punchinello had never had anyone look at him like this - much less his maker. He didn't know what to say.

"Every day I've been hoping you'd come," Eli explained.

"I came because I met someone who had no marks."

"I know. She told me about you."

"Why don't the stickers stay on her?"

"Because she has decided that what I think is more important than what they think. The stickers only stick if you let them."

"What?"

"The stickers only stick if they matter to you. The more you trust my love, the less you care about the stickers."

"I'm not sure I understand."

"You will, but it will take time. You've got a lot of marks. For now, just come to see me every day and let me remind you how much I care."


胖哥從來沒有被人這樣盯著看，更不要說是他的創造者。他不知道該說什麼才好。

「我天天都盼著你來，」伊萊說。

「我來是因為我碰到一個沒有被貼貼紙的人。」胖哥說。

「我知道。她提起過你。」

「為什麼貼紙在她的身上都貼不住呢？」

創造著溫柔的說：「因為她決定要把我的想法看得比別人的想法更重要。只有當你讓貼紙貼到你身上的時候，貼紙才會貼得住。」

「什麼？」

「當你在乎貼紙的時候，貼紙才會貼得住。你愈相信我的愛，就愈不會在乎他們的貼紙了。」

「我不太懂。」

伊萊微笑的說：「你會懂得，不過得花點時間，因為你有很多貼紙。現在開始，你只要每天來見我，讓我來提醒你我有多愛你。」

Eli lifted Punchinello off the bench and set him on the ground.

"Remember," Eli said as the Wemmick walked out the door. "You are special because I made you. And I don't make mistakes."

Punchinello didn't stop, but in his heart he thought, "I think he really means it." And when he did, a dot fell to the ground.


--Written by Max Lucado


伊萊把胖哥從工作檯上舉起，放到地上。

當胖哥走出門時，伊萊對他說：「記得，你很特別，因為我創造了你。我從不失誤的。」

胖哥並沒有停下腳步，但他在心裡想：我想他說的是真的。

就在他這麼想的時候，一個灰點掉下來了。

人的價值在於你如何看待你自己，而非別人如何看你；其實每個人初來到這世界時就是一個全新的個體，身上沒有任何的記號，所以當你真的覺得自己是很特別的時候，你就是特別的，這是別人無法抹殺的；

而當你真的這麼想時，身上也就不用再背負任何的星星或灰點............

做真正的自己！


——Max Lucado著，Sergio Martinez 繪

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