Page 8 - The Little Prince Antoine

I gazed at him in amazement. I was miles and miles
from any living soul, remember. But my little fellow did not
look lost. Nor did he seem weak with exhaustion, or hunger,
or thirst, or fright. In no way did he look like a child lost in the
middle of the desert miles and miles from any living soul.
When at last I found my voice, I said to him: “What on earth
are you doing here?”
And he repeated, very quietly, as if it were a matter of
the utmost seriousness: “Please, will you draw me a little
lamb?”
Here I was, miles and miles from any living soul and
with my life in danger, but I was so baffled that I meekly
prepared to do as he asked and took a pen and paper out of
my pocket. And then I remembered that I had mostly studied
geography, history, arithmetic and grammar, and I told the
little fellow (somewhat irritably) that I couldn’t draw. And he
replied: “It doesn’t matter. Draw me a little lamb.”
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