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.
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