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I ask the indulgence of the children who may read this book for dedicating it to a grown-up.  I have a serious reason: he is the best friend I have in the world. I have another reason: this grown-up understands everything

even books about children. I have a third reason: he lives in France where he is hungry and cold. He needs cheering up. If all these reasons are not enough

I will dedicate the book to the child from whom this grown-up grew. All grown-ups were once children-- although few of them remember it. And so I correct my dedication:

To Leon Werth

when he was a little boy

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[ Chapter 1 ]

- we are introduced to the narrator

a pilot

and his ideas about grown-ups

Once when I was six years old I saw a magnificent picture in a book

called True Stories from Nature

about the primeval forest. It was a picture of a boa constrictor in the act of swallowing an animal. Here is a copy of the drawing.

In the book it said: "Boa constrictors swallow their prey whole

without chewing it. After that they are not able to move

and they sleep through the six months that they need for digestion."

I pondered deeply


over the adventures of the jungle. And after some work with a colored pencil I succeeded in making my first drawing. My Drawing Number One. It looked like this:

I showed my masterpiece to the grown-ups

and asked them whether the drawing frightened them.

But they answered: "Frighten? Why should any one be frightened by a hat?"

My drawing was not a picture of a hat. It was a picture of a boa constrictor digesting an elephant. But since the grown-ups were not able to understand it

I made another drawing: I drew the inside of the boa constrictor

so that the grown-ups could see it clearly. They always need to have things explained. My Drawing Number Two looked like this:

The grown-ups' response

this time

was to advise me to lay aside my drawings of boa constrictors

whether from the inside or the outside

and devote myself instead to geography


arithmetic and grammar. That is why

at the age of six

I gave up what might have been a magnificent career as a painter. I had been disheartened by the failure of my Drawing Number One and my Drawing Number Two. Grown-ups never understand anything by themselves

and it is tiresome for children to be always and forever explaining things to them.

So then I chose another profession

and learned to pilot airplanes. I have flown a little over all parts of the world; and it is true that geography has been very useful to me. At a glance I can distinguish China from Arizona. If one gets lost in the night

such knowledge is valuable.

In the course of this life I have had a great many encounters with a great many people who have been concerned with matters of consequence. I have lived a great deal among grown-ups. I have seen them intimately

close at hand. And that hasn't much improved my opinion of them.

Whenever I met one of them who seemed to me at all clear-sighted

I tried the experiment of showing him my Drawing Number One

which I have always kept. I would try to find out


if this was a person of true understanding. But

whoever it was


or she

would always say:

That is a hat.

Then I would never talk to that person about boa constrictors

or primeval forests

or stars. I would bring myself down to his level. I would talk to him about bridge

and golf

and politics

and neckties. And the grown-up would be greatly pleased to have met such a sensible man.

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[ Chapter 2 ]

- the narrator crashes in the desert and makes the acquaintance of the little prince

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


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!


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 potrait that


I was able to make of him. But my drawing is certainly very much less charming than its model.



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



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! 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 indulgenty.

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?


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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[ Chapter 3 ]

- the narrator learns more about from where the little prince came

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 the ones I asked him. It was from words dropped by chance that

little by little

everything was revealed to me.

The first time he saw my airplane

for instance (I shall not draw my airplane; that would be much too complicated for me)

he asked me:

What is that object?

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.

He cried out


What! You dropped down from the sky?


I answered


Oh! That is funny!

And the little prince broke into a lovely peal of laughter

which irritated me very much. I like my misfortunes to be taken seriously.

Then he added:

So you


come from the sky! Which is your planet?

At that moment I caught a gleam of light in the impenetrable mystery of his presence; and I demanded


Do you come from another planet?

But he did not reply. He tossed 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 he sank into a reverie

which lasted a long time. Then

taking my sheep out of his pocket

he buried himself in the contemplation of his treasure.

You can imagine how my curiosity was aroused by this half-confidence about the "other planets." I made a great effort


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.

That is so. And if you are good I will give you a string


so that you can tie him during the day

and a post to tie him to.

But the little prince seemed shocked by this offer:

Tie him! What a queer idea!

But if you don't tie him

I said

he will wander off somewhere

and get lost.

My friend broke into another peal of laughter:

But where do you think he would go?

Anywhere. Straight ahead of him.

Then the little prince said


That doesn't matter. Where I live

everything is so small!


with perhaps a hint of sadness

he added:

Straight ahead of him

nobody can go very far...

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[ Chapter 4 ]

- the narrator speculates as to which asteroid from which the little prince came

I had thus learned a second fact of great importance: this was that the planet the little prince came from was scarcely any larger than a house!

But that did not really surprise me much. I knew very well that in addition to the great planets-- such as the Earth



Venus-- to which we have given names

there are also hundreds of others

some of which are so small that one has a hard time seeing them through the telescope. When an astronomer discovers one of these he does not give it a name

but only a number. He might call it

for example

Asteroid 325.

I have serious reason to believe that the planet from which the little prince came is the asteroid known as B-612.

This asteroid has only once been seen through the telescope. That was by a Turkish astronomer

in 1909.

On making his discovery

the astronomer had presented it to the International Astronomical Congress

in a great demonstration. But he was in Turkish costume

and so nobody would believe what he said.

Grown-ups are like that...



for the reputation of Asteroid B-612

a Turkish dictator made a law that his subjects

under pain of death

should change to European costume. So in 1920 the astronomer gave his demonstration all over again

dressed with impressive style and elegance. And this time everybody accepted his report.

If I have told you these details about the asteroid

and made a note of its number for you

it is on account of the grown-ups and their ways. When you tell them that you have made a new friend

they never ask you any questions about essential matters. They never say to you

What does his voice sound like? What games does he love best? Does he collect butterflies?


they demand: "How old is he? How many brothers has he? How much does he weigh? How much money does his father make?" Only from these figures do they think they have learned anything about him.

If you were to say to the grown-ups: "I saw a beautiful house made of rosy brick

with geraniums in the windows and doves on the roof

they would not be able to get any idea of that house at all. You would have to say to them:

I saw a house that cost $20

000." Then they would exclaim: "Oh

what a pretty house that is!"

Just so

you might say to them: "The proof that the little prince existed is that he was charming

that he laughed

and that he was looking for a sheep. If anybody wants a sheep

that is a proof that he exists." And what good would it do to tell them that? They would shrug their shoulders

and treat you like a child. But if you said to them: "The planet he came from is Asteroid B-612

then they would be convinced

and leave you in peace from their questions.

They are like that. One must not hold it against them. Children should always show great forbearance toward grown-up people.

But certainly

for us who understand life

figures are a matter of indifference. I should have liked to begin this story in the fashion of the fairy-tales. I should have like to say:

Once upon a time there was a little prince who lived on a planet that was scarcely any bigger than himself

and who had need of a sheep..."

To those who understand life

that would have given a much greater air of truth to my story.

For I do not want any one to read my book carelessly. I have suffered too much grief in setting down these memories. Six years have already passed since my friend went away from me

with his sheep. If I try to describe him here

it is to make sure that I shall not forget him. To forget a friend is sad. Not every one has had a friend. And if I forget him

I may become like the grown-ups who are no longer interested in anything but figures...

It is for that purpose


that I have bought a box of paints and some pencils. It is hard to take up drawing again at my age

when I have never made any pictures except those of the boa constrictor from the outside and the boa constrictor from the inside

since I was six. I shall certainly try to make my portraits as true to life as possible. But I am not at all sure of success. One drawing goes along all right

and another has no resemblance to its subject. I make some errors


in the littl e prince's height: in one place he is too tall and in another too short. And I feel some doubts about the color of his costume. So I fumble along as best I can

now good

now bad

and I hope generally fair-to-middling.

In certain more important details I shall make mistakes

also. But that is something that will not be my fault. My friend never explained anything to me. He thought


that I was like himself. But I


do not know how to see sheep through t he walls of boxes. Perhaps I am a little like the grown-ups. I have had to grow old.

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[ Chapter 5 ]

- we are warned as to the dangers of the baobabs

As each day passed I would learn

in our talk

something about the little prince's planet

his departure from it

his journey. The information would come very slowly

as it might chance to fall from his thoughts. It was in this way that I heard

on the third day

about the catastrophe of the baobabs.

This time

once more

I had the sheep to thank for it. For the little prince asked me abruptly-- as if seized by a grave doubt-- "It is true

isn't it

that sheep eat little bushes?"


that is true.

Ah! I am glad!

I did not understand why it was so important that sheep should eat little bushes. But the little prince added:

Then it follows that they also eat baobabs?

I pointed out to the little prince that baobabs were not little bushes


on the contrary

trees as big as castles; and that even if he took a whole herd of elephants away with him

the herd would not eat up one single baobab.

The idea of the herd of elephants made the little prince laugh.

We would have to put them one on top of the other

he said.

But he made a wise comment:

Before they grow so big

the baobabs start out by being little.

That is strictly correct

I said. "But why do you want the sheep to eat the little baobabs?"

He answered me at once




as if he were speaking of something that was self-evident. And I was obliged to make a great mental effort to solve this problem

without any assistance.


as I learned

there were on the planet where the little prince lived-- as on all planets-- good plants and bad plants. In consequence

there were good seeds from good plants

and bad seeds from bad plants. But seeds are invisible. They sleep deep in the heart of the earth's darkness

until some one among them is seized with the desire to awaken. Then this little seed will stretch itself and begin-- timidly at first-- to push a charming little sprig inoffensively upward toward the sun. If it is only a sprout of radish or the sprig of a rose-bush

one would let it grow wherever it might wish. But when it is a bad plant

one must destroy it as soon as possible

the very first instant that one recognizes it.

Now there were some terrible seeds on the planet that was the home of the little prince; and these were the seeds of the baobab. The soil of that planet was infested with them. A baobab is something you will never

never be able to get rid of if you attend to it too late. It spreads over the entire planet. It bores clear through it with its roots. And if the planet is too small

and the baobabs are too many

they split it in pieces...

It is a question of discipline

the little prince said to me later on. "When you've finished your own toilet in the morning

then it is time to attend to the toilet of your planet

just so

with the greatest care. You must see to it that you pull up regularly all the baobabs

at the very first moment when they can be distinguished from the rosebushes which they resemble so closely in their earliest youth. It is very tedious work

the little prince added

but very easy."

And one day he said to me: "You ought to make a beautiful drawing

so that the children where you live can see exactly how all this is. That would be very useful to them if they were to travel some day. Sometimes

he added

there is no harm in putting off a piece of work until another day. But when it is a matter of baobabs

that always means a catastrophe. I knew a planet that was inhabited by a lazy man. He neglected three little bushes..."


as the little prince described it to me

I have made a drawing of that planet. I do not much like to take the tone of a moralist. But the danger of the baobabs is so little understood

and such considerable risks would be run by anyone who might get lost on an asteroid

that for once I am breaking through my reserve. "Children

I say plainly

watch out for the baobabs!"

My friends

like myself

have been skirting this danger for a long time

without ever knowing it; and so it is for them that I have worked so hard over this drawing. The lesson which I pass on by this means is worth all the trouble it has cost me.

Perhaps you will ask me

Why are there no other drawing in this book as magnificent and impressive as this drawing of the baobabs?

The reply is simple. I have tried. But with the others I have not been successful. When I made the drawing of the baobabs I was carried beyond myself by the inspiring force of urgent necessity.

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[ Chapter 6 ]

- the little prince and the narrator talk about sunsets


little prince! Bit by bit I came to understand the secrets of your sad little life... For a long time you had found your only entertainment in the quiet pleasure of looking at the sunset. I learned that new detail on the morning of the fourth day

w hen you said to me:

I am very fond of sunsets. Come

let us go look at a sunset now.

But we must wait

I said.

Wait? For what?

For the sunset. We must wait until it is time.

At first you seemed to be very much surprised. And then you laughed to yourself. You said to me:

I am always thinking that I am at home!

Just so. Everybody knows that when it is noon in the United States the sun is setting over France.

If you could fly to France in one minute

you could go straight into the sunset

right from noon. Unfortunately

France is too far away for that. But on your tiny planet

my little prince

all you need do is move your chair a few steps. You can see the day end and the twilight falling whenever you like...

One day

you said to me

I saw the sunset forty-four times!

And a little later you added:

You know-- one loves the sunset

when one is so sad...

Were you so sad


I asked

on the day of the forty-four sunsets?

But the little prince made no reply.

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[ Chapter 7 ]

- the narrator learns about the secret of the little prince's life

On the fifth day-- again

as always

it was thanks to the sheep-- the secret of the little prince's life was revealed to me. Abruptly

without anything to lead up to it

and as if the question had been born of long and silent meditation on his problem

he demanded:

A sheep-- if it eats little bushes

does it eat flowers


A sheep

I answered

eats anything it finds in its reach.

Even flowers that have thorns?


even flowers that have thorns.

Then the thorns-- what use are they?

I did not know. At that moment I was very busy trying to unscrew a bolt that had got stuck in my engine. I was very much worried

for it was becoming clear to me that the breakdown of my plane was extremely serious. And I had so little drinking-water left that I had to fear for the worst.

The thorns-- what use are they?

The little prince never let go of a question

once he had asked it. As for me

I was upset over that bolt. And I answered with the first thing that came into my head:

The thorns are of no use at all. Flowers have thorns just for spite!


There was a moment of complete silence. Then the little prince flashed back at me

with a kind of resentfulness:

I don't believe you! Flowers are weak creatures. They are na飗e. They reassure themselves as best they can. They believe that their thorns are terrible weapons...

I did not answer. At that instant I was saying to myself: "If this bolt still won't turn

I am going to knock it out with the hammer." Again the little prince disturbed my thoughts.

And you actually believe that the flowers--



I cried. "No

no no! I don't believe anything. I answered you with the first thing that came into my head. Don't you see-- I am very busy with matters of consequence!"

He stared at me


Matters of consequence!

He looked at me there

with my hammer in my hand

my fingers black with engine-grease

bending down over an object which seemed to him extremely ugly...

You talk just like the grown-ups!

That made me a little ashamed. But he went on


You mix everything up together... You confuse everything...

He was really very angry. He tossed his golden curls in the breeze.

I know a planet where there is a certain red-faced gentleman. He has never smelled a flower. He has never looked at a star. He has never loved any one. He has never done anything in his life but add up figures. And all day he says over and over

just like you: 'I am busy with matters of consequence!' And that makes him swell up with pride. But he is not a man-- he is a mushroom!

A what?

A mushroom!

The little prince was now white with rage.

The flowers have been growing thorns for millions of years. For millions of years the sheep have been eating them just the same. And is it not a matter of consequence to try to understand why the flowers go to so much trouble to grow thorns which are never of any use to them? Is the warfare between the sheep and the flowers not important? Is this not of more consequence than a fat red-faced gentleman's sums? And if I know-- I

myself-- one flower which is unique in the world

which grows nowhere but on my planet

but which one little sheep can destroy in a single bite some morning

without even noticing what he is doing-- Oh! You think that is not important!

His face turned from white to red as he continued:

If some one loves a flower

of which just one single blossom grows in all the millions and millions of stars

it is enough to make him happy just to look at the stars. He can say to himself


my flower is there...' But if the sheep eats the flower

in one moment all his stars will be darkened... And you think that is not important!

He could not say anything more. His words were choked by sobbing.

The night had fallen. I had let my tools drop from my hands. Of what moment now was my hammer

my bolt

or thirst

or death? On one star

one planet

my planet

the Earth

there was a little prince to be comforted. I took him in my arms

and rocked him. I said to him:

The flower that you love is not in danger. I will draw you a muzzle for your sheep. I will draw you a railing to put around your flower. I will--

I did not know what to say to him. I felt awkward and blundering. I did not know how I could reach him

where I could overtake him and go on hand in hand with him once more.

It is such a secret place

the land of tears.

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[ Chapter 8 ]

- the rose arrives at the little prince's planet

I soon learned to know this flower better. On the little prince's planet the flowers had always been very simple. They had only one ring of petals; they took up no room at all; they were a trouble to nobody. One morning they would appear in the grass

and by night they would have faded peacefully away. But one day

from a seed blown from no one knew where

a new flower had come up; and the little prince had watched very closely over this small sprout which was not like any other small sprouts on his planet. It might

you see

have been a new kind of baobab.

The shrub soon stopped growing

and began to get ready to produce a flower. The little prince

who was present at the first appearance of a huge bud

felt at once that some sort of miraculous apparition must emerge from it. But the flower was not satisfied to complete the preparations for her beauty in the shelter of her green chamber. She chose her colours with the greatest care. She adjusted her petals one by one. She did not wish to go out into the world all rumpled

like the field poppies. It was only in the full radiance of her beauty that she wished to appear. Oh

yes! She was a coquettish creature! And her mysterious adornment lasted for days and days.

Then one morning

exactly at sunrise

she suddenly showed herself.


after working with all this painstaking precision

she yawned and said:

Ah! I am scarcely awake. I beg that you will excuse me. My petals are still all disarranged...

But the little prince could not restrain his admiration:

Oh! How beautiful you are!

Am I not?

the flower responded

sweetly. "And I was born at the same moment as the sun..."

The little prince could guess easily enough that she was not any too modest-- but how moving-- and exciting-- she was!

I think it is time for breakfast

she added an instant later. "If you would have the kindness to think of my needs--"

And the little prince

completely abashed

went to look for a sprinkling-can of fresh water. So

he tended the flower.



she began very quickly to torment him with her vanity-- which was

if the truth be known

a little difficult to deal with. One day

for instance

when she was speaking of her four thorns

she said to the little prince:

Let the tigers come with their claws!

There are no tigers on my planet

the little prince objected. "And


tigers do not eat weeds."

I am not a weed

the flower replied


Please excuse me...

I am not at all afraid of tigers

she went on

but I have a horror of drafts. I suppose you wouldn't have a screen for me?

A horror of drafts-- that is bad luck

for a plant

remarked the little prince

and added to himself

This flower is a very complex creature...

At night I want you to put me under a glass globe. It is very cold where you live. In the place I came from--

But she interrupted herself at that point. She had come in the form of a seed. She could not have known anything of any other worlds. Embarassed over having let herself be caught on the verge of such a na飗e untruth

she coughed two or three times

in order to put the little prince in the wrong.

The screen?

I was just going to look for it when you spoke to me...

Then she forced her cough a little more so that he should suffer from remorse just the same.

So the little prince

in spite of all the good will that was inseparable from his love

had soon come to doubt her. He had taken seriously words which were without importance

and it made him very unhappy.

I ought not to have listened to her

he confided to me one day. "One never ought to listen to the flowers. One should simply look at them and breathe their fragrance. Mine perfumed all my planet. But I did not know how to take pleasure in all her grace. This tale of claws

which disturbed me so much

should only have filled my heart with tenderness and pity."

And he continued his confidences:

The fact is that I did not know how to understand anything! I ought to have judged by deeds and not by words. She cast her fragrance and her radiance over me. I ought never to have run away from her... I ought to have guessed all the affection that lay behind her poor little strategems. Flowers are so inconsistent! But I was too young to know how to love her...

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[ Chapter 9 ]

- the little prince leaves his planet

I believe that for his escape he took advantage of the migration of a flock of wild birds. On the morning of his departure he put his planet in perfect order. He carefully cleaned out his active volcanoes. He possessed two active volcanoes; and they were very convenient for heating his breakfast in the morning. He also had one volcano that was extinct. But

as he said

One never knows!

So he cleaned out the extinct volcano

too. If they are well cleaned out

volcanoes burn slowly and steadily

without any eruptions. Volcanic eruptions are like fires in a chimney.

On our earth we are obviously much too small to clean out our volcanoes. That is why they bring no end of trouble upon us.

The little prince also pulled up

with a certain sense of dejection

the last little shoots of the baobabs. He believed that he would never want to return. But on this last morning all these familiar tasks seemed very precious to him. And when he watered the flower for the last time

and prepared to place her under the shelter of her glass globe

he realised that he was very close to tears.


he said to the flower.

But she made no answer.


he said again.

The flower coughed. But it was not because she had a cold.

I have been silly

she said to him

at last. "I ask your forgiveness. Try to be happy..."

He was surprised by this absence of reproaches. He stood there all bewildered

the glass globe held arrested in mid-air. He did not understand this quiet sweetness.

Of course I love you

the flower said to him. "It is my fault that you have not known it all the while. That is of no importance. But you-- you have been just as foolish as I. Try to be happy... let the glass globe be. I don't want it any more."

But the wind--

My cold is not so bad as all that... the cool night air will do me good. I am a flower.

But the animals--


I must endure the presence of two or three caterpillars if I wish to become acquainted with the butterflies. It seems that they are very beautiful. And if not the butterflies-- and the caterpillars-- who will call upon me? You will be far away... as for the large animals-- I am not at all afraid of any of them. I have my claws.



she showed her four thorns. Then she added:

Don't linger like this. You have decided to go away. Now go!

For she did not want him to see her crying. She was such a proud flower...

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