Chapter 2
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 .
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: to last a week.
The first night, then, I
went to sleep , a thousand miles from any human habitation. I was
more isolated than a on a in the middle of the ocean.
you can imagine my amazement, , when I was awakened by an little
voice. It said:
"
If you please-- draw me a sheep S'il vous plaît...dessine-moi un mouton
por favor... dibújame un cordero/una oveja
!"por favor... dibújame un cordero/una oveja
"What!"
"Draw me a
sheep!"
,
completely . hard. I looked carefully all around
me. And I saw a most extraordinary small person, who 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 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 this
sudden apparition with my eyes fairly starting out of my head in .
Remember, I had crashed in the desert a thousand miles from any inhabited
region. And my little man seemed neither to be uncertainly among
the sands, nor to be 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 :
"If you please--
draw me a sheep..."
When a mystery is too ,
one dare not disobey. Absurd as it might seem to me, a thousand miles from any
human habitation and in danger of death, of my pocket a and my . But then I remembered how my studies had been
concentrated on geography, history, arithmetic, and grammar, and I told the (a little , too) that I did not know how to draw. He answered me:
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 to hear the 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 . 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.
","
he said, "that this is not a sheep. This is a . It has ."
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 start taking my engine apart. So this drawing.
"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 :
"That is exactly
the way I wanted it! Do you think that this sheep will have to have 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 il pencha la tête vers le dessin
se inclinó hacia el dibujo, dirigió sus ojos hacia el dibujo
:se inclinó hacia el dibujo, dirigió sus ojos hacia el dibujo
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