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"
Something
serious
!
"
He
saw
me
holding
my
hammer
,
my
fingers
black
with
grease
,
bending
over
an
object
he
regarded
as
very
ugly
.
"
You
talk
like
the
grown-ups
!
"
That
made
me
a
little
ashamed
.
But
he
added
,
mercilessly
:
"
You
confuse
everything
...
"
You
've
got
it
all
mixed
up
!
"
He
was
really
very
annoyed
.
He
tossed
his
golden
curls
in
the
wind
.
"
I
know
a
planet
inhabited
by
a
red-faced
gentleman
.
He
's
never
smelled
a
flower
.
He
's
never
looked
at
a
star
.
He
's
never
loved
anyone
.
He
's
never
done
anything
except
add
up
numbers
.
And
all
day
long
he
says
over
and
over
,
just
like
you
,
'
I
'm
a
serious
man
!
I
'm
a
serious
man
!
'
And
that
puffs
him
up
with
pride
.
But
he
's
not
a
man
at
all
-
he
's
a
mushroom
!
"
"
He
's
a
what
?
"
"
A
mushroom
!
"
The
little
prince
was
now
quite
pale
with
rage
.
"
For
millions
of
years
flowers
have
been
producing
thorns
.
For
millions
of
years
sheep
have
been
eating
them
all
the
same
.
And
it
's
not
serious
,
trying
to
understand
why
flowers
go
to
such
trouble
to
produce
thorns
that
are
good
for
nothing
?
It
's
not
important
,
the
war
between
the
sheep
and
the
flowers
?
It
's
no
more
serious
and
more
important
than
the
numbers
that
fat
red
gentleman
is
adding
up
?
"
Suppose
I
happen
to
know
a
unique
flower
,
one
that
exists
nowhere
in
the
world
except
on
my
planet
,
one
that
a
little
sheep
can
wipe
out
in
a
single
bite
one
morning
,
just
like
that
,
without
even
realizing
what
he
's
doing
-
that
is
n't
important
?
"
His
face
turned
red
now
,
and
he
went
on
.
"
If
someone
loves
a
flower
of
which
just
one
example
exists
among
all
the
millions
and
millions
of
stars
,
that
's
enough
to
make
him
happy
when
he
looks
at
the
stars
.
He
tells
himself
,
'M
y
flower
's
up
there
somewhere
...
'
But
if
the
sheep
eats
the
flower
,
then
for
him
it
's
as
if
,
suddenly
,
all
the
stars
went
out
.
And
that
is
n't
important
?
"
He
could
n't
say
another
word
.
All
of
a
sudden
he
burst
out
sobbing
.
Night
had
fallen
.
I
dropped
my
tools
.
What
did
I
care
about
my
hammer
,
about
my
bolt
,
about
thirst
and
death
?
There
was
,
on
one
star
,
on
one
planet
,
on
mine
,
the
Earth
,
a
little
prince
to
be
consoled
!
I
took
him
in
my
arms
.
I
rocked
him
.
I
told
him
,
"
The
flower
you
love
is
not
in
danger
...
I
'll
draw
you
a
muzzle
for
your
sheep
...
I
'll
draw
you
a
fence
for
your
flower
...
