Chapter 3
It took me a
long time to learn where he came from. The little prince, who asked me so many
questions, never seemed to hear I asked him. It was from words that, little by little, everything was revealed to me.
The first
time he saw my airplane, (I shall not draw my airplane; that would
be much too complicated for me), he asked me:
"That
is not an object. It flies. It is an airplane. It is my airplane."
And I was
proud to have him learn that I could fly.
"Yes," I
answered, modestly.
"Oh!
That is funny!"
And the
little prince , which irritated me very
much. I like my misfortunes to be taken seriously.
Then he
added:
"So
you, too, come from the sky! Which is your planet?"
At that
moment in the impenetrable mystery of his presence;
and I demanded, abruptly:
"Do you
come from another planet?"
But he did
not reply. his head gently, without taking his eyes from my plane:
"It is
true that on that you can't have come from very far away . . ."
And a reverie, which lasted a long time. Then, taking my sheep out of his
pocket, in the contemplation of his treasure.
You can
imagine how my curiosity was by this half-confidence about the "other
planets." I made a great effort, therefore, to find out more on this
subject.
"My
little man, where do you come from? What is this 'where I live,' of which you
speak? Where do you want to take your sheep?"
After a
reflective silence he answered:
"The
thing that is so good about the box you have given me is that at night he can
use it as his house."
". And if you are good I will give you a , too, so that you can during the day, and a to tie him to."
But the
little prince seemed shocked by this offer:
My friend
broke into another peal of laughter:
"Anywhere.
Straight ahead of him."
"That
doesn't matter. Where I live, everything is so small!"
"..."
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