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Children, please forgive me for dedicating this book to an adult. I have a valid reason: this adult is my best friend in the world. I have another reason: this adult knows everything; even children's books. I have a third reason: this adult lives in France, where he suffers from cold and hunger. He desperately needs comfort. If these reasons are not sufficient, I dedicate this book to the child this adult was once. Every adult begins as a child. (However, how many remember this?) Therefore, I change my dedication to: Dedicated to Léon Werth as a young boyWhen I was six years old, I saw a book about the primeval forest called *True Stories*, which contained a wonderful illustration. It depicted a python devouring a wild beast. This is what it looks like when drawn exactly as it was. The book described it like this: "These pythons swallow their prey whole without chewing, and then they can't move anymore. They sleep for six months to digest what they've swallowed." At that time, I thought a lot about the dangers of the jungle, so I drew my first picture with colored pencils. My first picture looked like this. I showed my masterpiece to the adults and asked them if they were scared.They replied, "What's so scary about a hat?"I hadn't drawn a hat; I had drawn a python digesting an elephant. So I drew the inside of the python's belly so the adults could understand. These adults always needed explanations. Here's my second picture. The adults advised me to put aside these dissected or complete python drawings and focus more on geography, history, arithmetic, and grammar. And so, at the age of six, I had to give up my promising career as an artist. My first and second drawings were unsuccessful, which discouraged me. Adults themselves never seem to understand anything, and children have to explain things to them over and over again—it's incredibly annoying.Later, I had to choose a different career and learned to fly airplanes. I've flown almost all over the world. Indeed, geography has been a huge help. I can distinguish China from Arizona in the US at a glance. Geography is invaluable if you get lost at night.Thus, in my life, I've had frequent contact with many respectable people. I lived in adult circles for a long time, observing them carefully, but this didn't change my opinion of them much.Whenever I met a somewhat clear-headed adult, I would take out the first drawing I had kept and test it on him. I wanted to know if he could really understand it. But he always answered, "It's a hat." So I stopped talking to him about pythons, primeval forests, and stars, and instead talked about things he could understand. I talked to him about bridge, golf, politics, and ties. This pleased the adult, for he had made a reasonable friend. I lived a solitary life, never truly confiding in anyone, until the accident in the Sahara Desert six years ago, which brought an end to that existence. Something in my plane's engine broke down. With neither a mechanic nor passengers around, I attempted the difficult repair myself. For me, it was a matter of life and death; I only had enough water for eight days.The first night, I slept in that desolate desert, a world away from human habitation. I felt more alone and helpless than a shipwrecked person in a small boat on a vast ocean. And at dawn the next day, when a strange little voice woke me, you can imagine how surprised I was. The little voice said:"Excuse me… could you draw me a sheep?""Yes!""Draw me a sheep…"As if struck by lightning, I jumped up. I rubbed my eyes hard and looked closely. I saw a very unusual little fellow staring at me intently. This was later the best portrait I painted of him. Of course, the portrait didn't quite capture his radiance. It wasn't my fault. When I was six, those adults ruined my chances of becoming a painter. I hadn't studied painting since then, except for drawing complete and dissected pythons. I stared in astonishment at this unexpected visitor. Don't forget, I was in a desolate desert, a world away from human habitation. To me, this little fellow didn't seem lost. He showed no signs of exhaustion, thirst, or fear. In short, he didn't look like a child lost in the vast, uninhabited desert. It took me a long time to speak. I asked him, "What...what are you doing here?" He solemnly repeated in a low voice, "Please...draw me a sheep..." When something mysterious captivates you, how can you dare disobey? Even though I was in the desert thousands of miles away and facing the danger of death, my actions seemed absurd and unbelievable. I still took out a piece of paper and a pen from my pocket. Only then did I remember that I had mainly studied geography, history, arithmetic, and grammar, so I said to the little guy with some impatience, "I can't draw." He replied, "It's alright, just draw me a sheep." Because I had never drawn a sheep before, I chose one of the two pictures I could draw—the one of the pythons swallowing an elephant whole—and redraw it for him. But the little guy's answer surprised me greatly:"No! No! I don't want a python; it has an elephant inside. Pythons are too dangerous, and elephants take up too much space. My place is too small; I need a sheep. Draw me one."So I drew him one. He looked at it intently, then said:"I don't want it; this sheep is very sick. Draw me another one."I drew another one. My friend smiled innocently and politely refused:"Look, what you drew is clearly not a lamb; it's a ram, and it even has horns..."So I drew another one. Like the previous ones, he refused it again:"This one is too old. I want a lamb that can live a very, very long time."I was impatient because I was in a hurry to disassemble my airplane engine. So I hastily drew this picture. I said to him,"This is a box, and the little sheep you wanted is inside."To my astonishment, I saw a gleam of joy on my little judge's face. He said,"This is exactly what I wanted... Do you think this sheep needs to eat a lot of grass?""Why do you ask?""Because my place is very small...""Small, but enough to feed it. I drew you a very small sheep."He looked down at the drawing and said,"Not so small... Look! It's sleeping..." And that's how I met the Little Prince.It took me a long time to figure out where he came from. The Little Prince asked me many questions, but he seemed not to hear me at all. Some of his unintentional remarks gradually revealed his origins to me. For example, when he first saw my airplane (I won't draw it, as it's too complicated for me), he asked me:"What is this thing?""It's not a 'thing.' It can fly. It's an airplane. It's my airplane."I proudly told him I could fly. He exclaimed in surprise:"What? Did you fall from the sky?""Yes," I replied humbly."Oh? That's funny."At this, the Little Prince let out a clear laugh. This made me very unhappy. I demand that others take my misfortune seriously. Then he said,“So, you're from the sky too! Which planet are you from?”Instantly, I vaguely grasped a clue to his origins; so I suddenly asked,“Are you from another planet?”But he didn't answer. He looked at my plane, nodded slightly, and continued,“Of course, riding in this thing, you couldn't possibly have come from far away…”He then fell into deep thought for a long time. Then, he took out the little sheep I had drawn from his pocket and stared intently at his treasure.You can imagine how intrigued these vague remarks about “other planets” were. Therefore, I tried my best to know more about its mysteries.“Where did you come from, my little fellow? Where is your home? Where are you taking my little lamb?” He pondered for a moment, then answered me:“Luckily, I have the box you gave me; it can be a house for the lamb at night.”“Of course. If you are good, I will draw you a rope so you can tie it up during the day. And a stake.”My suggestion seemed to offend the little prince a bit.“Tie it up, what a strange idea.”“If you don’t tie it up, it will run around everywhere, and it will get lost.”My friend laughed again:“Where do you want it to run off to?”“Anywhere. It just keeps running forward…”At this point, the little prince said solemnly:“It doesn’t matter, my place is very, very small.”Then, with a touch of sadness, he added:“If it keeps running forward, it won’t go very far…” I also learned another important thing: the planet where he lived was not much bigger than a house. This didn't surprise me too much. I knew that besides the major planets like Earth, Jupiter, Mars, and Venus, there were hundreds of other celestial bodies, some so small they were difficult to see even with a telescope. When an astronomer discovered one of these stars, he assigned it a number, such as "Asteroid 325."I have important evidence that the Little Prince's home planet was asteroid B612. This asteroid was only seen once, in 1909, by a Turkish astronomer using a telescope. At that time, he presented important arguments for his discovery at an international congress of astronomers. However, because of his clothing, no one believed him. That's how adults are. Fortunately, a Turkish dictator, to protect the reputation of asteroid B612, forced his people to wear European-style clothing or face execution. In 1920, the astronomer, dressed in very fine attire, presented his arguments again. This time, everyone agreed with him. I'm telling you these details about asteroid B612 and its number because of these adults. These adults love numbers. When you tell them about a new friend, they never ask you any substantial questions. They never say, "What does he sound like? What games does he like? Does he collect butterfly specimens?" Instead, they ask, "How old is he? How many brothers does he have? How much does he weigh? How much does his father earn?" They think that's how they know their friend. If you tell them, "I saw a beautiful house made of rose-colored bricks, with geraniums in the windows and pigeons on the roof..." they can't imagine how nice that house could be. You have to

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