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  • So I lived my life alone, without anyone that I could really talk to,

  • until I had an accident with my plane in the Desert of Sahara, six years ago.

  • Something was broken in my engine.

  • And as I had with me neither a mechanic nor any passengers,

  • I set myself to attempt the difficult repairs all alone.

  • It was a question of life or death for me:

  • I had scarcely enough drinking water to last a week.

  • The first night, then, I went to sleep on the sand, a thousand miles from any human habitation.

  • I was more isolated than a shipwrecked sailor on a raft in the middle of the ocean.

  • Thus you can imagine my amazement, at sunrise, when I was awakened by an odd little voice.

  • It said:

  • "If you please--draw me a sheep!"

  • "What!"

  • "Draw me a sheep!"

  • I jumped to my feet, completely thunderstruck.

  • I blinked my eyes hard.

  • I looked carefully all around me.

  • And I saw a most extraordinary small person, who stood there examining me with great seriousness.

  • Here you may see the best portrait that, later, I was able to make of him.

  • But my drawing is certainly very much less charming than its model.

  • That, however, is not my fault.

  • The grown-ups discouraged me in my painter's career when I was six years old,

  • and I never learned to draw anything, except boas from the outside and boas from the inside.

  • Now I stared at this sudden apparition with my eyes fairly starting out of my head in astonishment.

  • Remember, I had crashed in the desert a thousand miles from any inhabited region.

  • And yet my little man seemed neither to be straying uncertainly among the sands,

  • nor to be fainting from fatigue or hunger or thirst or fear.

  • Nothing about him gave any suggestion of a child lost in the middle of the desert,

  • a thousand miles from any human habitation.

  • When at last I was able to speak, I said to him:

  • "But--what are you doing here?"

  • And in answer he repeated, very slowly, as if he were speaking of a matter of great consequence:

  • "If you please--draw me a sheep . . ."

  • When a mystery is too overpowering, one dare not disobey.

  • Absurd as it might seem to me, a thousand miles from any human habitation and in danger of death

  • I took out of my pocket a sheet of paper and my fountain-pen.

  • But then I remembered how my studies had been concentrated on geography, history, arithmetic and grammar,

  • and I told the little chap (a little crossly, too) that I did not know how to draw.

  • He answered me:

  • "That doesn't matter. Draw me a sheep . . ."

  • But I had never drawn a sheep.

  • So I drew for him one of the two pictures I had drawn so often.

  • It was that of the boa constrictor from the outside.

  • And I was astounded to hear the little fellow greet it with,

  • "No, no, no!

  • I do not want an elephant inside a boa constrictor.

  • A boa constrictor is a very dangerous creature, and an elephant is very cumbersome.

  • Where I live, everything is very small.

  • What I need is a sheep.

  • Draw me a sheep."

  • So then I made a drawing.

  • He looked at it carefully, then he said:

  • "No.

  • This sheep is already very sickly.

  • Make me another."

  • So I made another drawing.

  • My friend smiled gently and indulgently.

  • "You see yourself," he said, "that this is not a sheep.

  • This is a ram.

  • It has horns."

  • So then I did my drawing over once more.

  • But it was rejected too, just like the others.

  • "This one is too old.

  • I want a sheep that will live a long time."

  • By this time my patience was exhausted, because I was in a hurry to start taking my engine apart.

  • So I tossed off this drawing.

  • And I threw out an explanation with it.

  • "This is only his box.

  • The sheep you asked for is inside."

  • I was very surprised to see a light break over the face of my young judge:

  • "That is exactly the way I wanted it!

  • Do you think that this sheep will have to have a great deal of grass?"

  • "Why?"

  • "Because where I live everything is very small . . ."

  • "There will surely be enough grass for him," I said.

  • "It is a very small sheep that I have given you."

  • He bent his head over the drawing.

  • "Not so small that--Look!

  • He has gone to sleep . . ."

  • And that is how I made the acquaintance of the little prince.

So I lived my life alone, without anyone that I could really talk to,

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