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title extract from: The Little Prince
author Antoine de Saint-Exupery
date 1943
taken from The Little Prince Corpus (http://amr.isi.edu/download.html)
genre fiction

1Chapter 1.
2Once when I was six years old I saw a magnificent picture in a book, called True Stories from Nature, about the primeval forest.
3It was a picture of a boa constrictor in the act of swallowing an animal.
4Here is a copy of the drawing.
5In 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.”
6I pondered deeply, then, over the adventures of the jungle.
7And after some work with a colored pencil I succeeded in making my first drawing.
8My Drawing Number One.
9It looked like this:
10I showed my masterpiece to the grown-ups, and asked them whether the drawing frightened them.
11But they answered: “Frighten?
12Why should any one be frightened by a hat?”
13My drawing was not a picture of a hat.
14It was a picture of a boa constrictor digesting an elephant.
15But since the grown-ups were not able to understand it, I made another drawing:
16I drew the inside of the boa constrictor, so that the grown-ups could see it clearly.
17They always need to have things explained.
18My Drawing Number Two looked like this:
19The 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, history, arithmetic and grammar.
20That is why, at the age of six, I gave up what might have been a magnificent career as a painter.
21I had been disheartened by the failure of my Drawing Number One and my Drawing Number Two.
22Grown-ups never understand anything by themselves, and it is tiresome for children to be always and forever explaining things to them.
23So then I chose another profession, and learned to pilot airplanes.
24I have flown a little over all parts of the world; and it is true that geography has been very useful to me.
25At a glance I can distinguish China from Arizona.
26If one gets lost in the night, such knowledge is valuable.
27In 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.
28I have lived a great deal among grown-ups.
29I have seen them intimately, close at hand.
30And that hasn't much improved my opinion of them.
31Whenever 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.
32I would try to find out, so, if this was a person of true understanding.
33But, whoever it was, he, or she, would always say: “That is a hat.”
34Then I would never talk to that person about boa constrictors, or primeval forests, or stars.
35I would bring myself down to his level.
36I would talk to him about bridge, and golf, and politics, and neckties.
37And the grown-up would be greatly pleased to have met such a sensible man.
38Chapter 2.
39So 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.
40Something was broken in my engine.
41And as I had with me neither a mechanic nor any passengers, I set myself to attempt the difficult repairs all alone.
42It was a question of life or death for me: I had scarcely enough drinking water to last a week.
43The first night, then, I went to sleep on the sand, a thousand miles from any human habitation.
44I was more isolated than a shipwrecked sailor on a raft in the middle of the ocean.
45Thus you can imagine my amazement, at sunrise, when I was awakened by an odd little voice.
46It said: “If you please — draw me a sheep!”
47“What!”
48“Draw me a sheep!”
49I jumped to my feet, completely thunderstruck.
50I blinked my eyes hard.
51I looked carefully all around me.
52And I saw a most extraordinary small person, who stood there examining me with great seriousness.
53Here you may see the best portrait that, later, I was able to make of him.
54But my drawing is certainly very much less charming than its model.
55That, however, is not my fault.
56The 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.
57Now I stared at this sudden apparition with my eyes fairly starting out of my head in astonishment.
58Remember, I had crashed in the desert a thousand miles from any inhabited region.
59And 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.
60Nothing about him gave any suggestion of a child lost in the middle of the desert, a thousand miles from any human habitation.
61When at last I was able to speak, I said to him: “But — what are you doing here?”
62And in answer he repeated, very slowly, as if he were speaking of a matter of great consequence: “If you please — draw me a sheep...”
63When a mystery is too overpowering, one dare not disobey.
64Absurd 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.
65But then I remembered how my studies had been concentrated on geography, history, arithmetic, and grammar, and I told the little chap, a little crossly, too, that I did not know how to draw.
66He answered me: “That doesn't matter. Draw me a sheep...”
67But I had never drawn a sheep.
68So I drew for him one of the two pictures I had drawn so often.
69It was that of the boa constrictor from the outside.
70And I was astounded to hear the little fellow greet it with, “No, no, no!
71I do not want an elephant inside a boa constrictor.
72A boa constrictor is a very dangerous creature, and an elephant is very cumbersome.
73Where I live, everything is very small.
74What I need is a sheep.
75Draw me a sheep.”
76So then I made a drawing.
77He looked at it carefully, then he said: “No. This sheep is already very sickly. Make me another.”
78So I made another drawing.
79My friend smiled gently and indulgently.
80“You see yourself,” he said, “that this is not a sheep.
81This is a ram.
82It has horns.”
83So then I did my drawing over once more.
84But it was rejected too, just like the others.
85“This one is too old.
86I want a sheep that will live a long time.”
87By this time my patience was exhausted, because I was in a hurry to start taking my engine apart.
88So I tossed off this drawing.
89And I threw out an explanation with it.
90“This is only his box.
91The sheep you asked for is inside.”
92I was very surprised to see a light break over the face of my young judge:
93“That is exactly the way I wanted it!
94Do you think that this sheep will have to have a great deal of grass?”
95“Why?”
96“Because where I live everything is very small...”
97“There will surely be enough grass for him,” I said.
98“It is a very small sheep that I have given you.”
99He bent his head over the drawing:
100“Not so small that —
101Look!
102He has gone to sleep...”
103And that is how I made the acquaintance of the little prince.