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The
little
prince
gazed
at
them
.
All
of
them
looked
like
his
flower
.
"
Who
are
you
?
"
he
asked
,
astounded
.
"
We
're
roses
,
"
the
roses
said
.
"
Ah
!
"
said
the
little
prince
.
And
he
felt
very
unhappy
.
His
flower
had
told
him
she
was
the
only
one
of
her
kind
in
the
whole
universe
.
And
here
were
five
thousand
of
them
,
all
just
alike
,
in
just
one
garden
!
"
She
would
be
very
annoyed
,
"
he
said
to
himself
,
"
if
she
saw
this
...
"
She
would
cough
terribly
and
pretend
to
be
dying
,
to
avoid
being
laughed
at
.
And
I
'd
have
to
pretend
to
be
nursing
her
;
otherwise
,
she
'd
really
let
herself
die
in
order
to
humiliate
me
.
"
And
then
he
said
to
himself
,
"
I
thought
I
was
rich
because
I
had
just
one
flower
,
and
all
I
own
is
an
ordinary
rose
.
That
and
my
three
volcanoes
,
which
come
up
to
my
knee
,
one
of
which
may
be
permanently
extinct
.
It
does
n't
make
me
much
of
a
prince
...
"
And
he
lay
down
in
the
grass
and
wept
.
It
was
then
that
the
fox
appeared
.
"
Good
morning
,
"
said
the
fox
.
"
Good
morning
,
"
the
little
prince
answered
politely
,
though
when
he
turned
around
he
saw
nothing
.
