From the stars I got a name. My new name is Nit Wit. I looked up at the stars one Sunday night, and the stars all called me Nit Wit. I hate that name, I told the stars. That’s just the point, the central star in the belt of Orion said. You hate this name, so having this name will make you wise. OK, I said. You are stars, you must know. And the stars all laughed. Nit Wit, they shouted.