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Then
he
said
:
"
You
know
...
my
flower
...
I
'm
responsible
for
her
.
And
she
's
so
weak
!
And
so
naive
.
She
has
four
ridiculous
thorns
to
defend
her
against
the
world
...
"
I
sat
down
,
too
,
because
I
was
unable
to
stand
any
longer
.
He
said
,
"
There
...
That
's
all
...
"
He
hesitated
a
little
longer
,
then
he
stood
up
.
He
took
a
step
.
I
could
n't
move
.
There
was
nothing
but
a
yellow
flash
close
to
his
ankle
.
He
remained
motionless
for
an
instant
.
He
did
n't
cry
out
.
He
fell
gently
,
the
way
a
tree
falls
.
There
was
n't
even
a
sound
,
because
of
the
sand
.
And
now
,
of
course
,
it
's
been
six
years
already
...
"
I
've
never
told
this
story
before
.
The
friends
who
saw
me
again
were
very
glad
to
see
me
alive
.
I
was
sad
,
but
I
told
them
,
"
It
's
fatigue
.
"
Now
I
'm
somewhat
consoled
.
That
is
...
not
entirely
.
But
I
know
he
did
get
back
to
his
planet
because
at
daybreak
I
did
n't
find
his
body
.
It
was
n't
such
a
heavy
body
...
And
at
night
I
love
listening
to
the
stars
.
It
's
like
five-hundred
million
little
bells
...
But
something
extraordinary
has
happened
.
When
I
drew
that
muzzle
for
the
little
prince
,
I
forgot
to
put
in
the
leather
strap
.
He
could
never
have
fastened
it
on
his
sheep
.
And
then
I
wonder
,
"
What
's
happened
there
on
his
planet
?
Maybe
the
sheep
has
eaten
the
flower
...
"
