In a quiet town in France, there lived a very special watchmaker. His name was Pierre. Although his regular job was to repair watches, he had an unknown secret mission - to repair the stars.
Every night, when the people in the town were fast asleep, Pierre would quietly climb up to his small attic. There was a large skylight in the attic, through which one could see the vast starry sky. The stars twinkled with a faint light, like little lamps in the far - off sky. Pierre knew that some stars, like old watches, could also malfunction, losing their original luster or deviating from their orbits.
One night, Pierre noticed that a star was twinkling very strangely. It flickered on and off as if sending out a distress signal. Pierre knew that this star needed his help. He took out his specially - made tools. These tools were similar to those he used for watch - repairing, but more delicate and mysterious. Then, he closed his eyes and silently recited an ancient incantation. In an instant, a soft ray of light shone in through the skylight and carried him to the place where the star was.
The star looked much bigger than it did from the Earth, but there were some black spots on its surface and its light was very unstable. Pierre examined the star carefully, as intently as he examined those complex watch parts. He gently touched the surface of the star, feeling its temperature and vibration.
Pierre found that a small gear inside the star was stuck. This small gear controlled the star's light and its orbit. He carefully took out a small pair of tweezers and tried to adjust the gear back to the correct position. This was a very delicate job that required great patience. His hand held the tweezers steadily, moving the gear little by little. Sweat oozed from his forehead, but his eyes never left that tiny gear.
After a long - drawn - out effort, finally, the small gear was back in the correct position. The star began to emit a stable and bright light, and those black spots gradually disappeared. Pierre let out a sigh of relief and a look of gratification spread across his face.
After finishing the task, Pierre followed that ray of light back to his attic. He looked at the restored star through the skylight, and his heart was full of a sense of accomplishment. He knew that his work, though not known to most people, was very important. Each star played its own role in the night sky, just as every small part was important in a watch.
From then on, Pierre still observed the starry sky in the attic every night, waiting for the next time when a star needed his help. His concentration and patience made the night sky above the town always full of brilliant starlight.
