Hardworking and good, Wee Witch polishes the stars every night and retires, exhausted, to her home in a willow tree. A child notices the shiny stars. As she calls out to the crowded city, "Look up ", men, women, and children see the stars. They look up from their cell phones, from their busy lives. They are filled with joy. With the first rays of morning sunshine, Wee Witch flies home to her willow tree and jumps into bed. Good night, Wee Witch.