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"
How
many
brothers
does
he
have
?
"
"
How
much
does
he
weigh
?
"
"
How
much
money
does
his
father
make
?
"
Only
then
do
they
think
they
know
him
.
If
you
tell
grown-ups
,
"
I
saw
a
beautiful
red
brick
house
,
with
geraniums
at
the
windows
and
doves
on
the
roof
...
"
they
wo
n't
be
able
to
imagine
such
a
house
.
You
have
to
tell
them
,
"
I
saw
a
house
worth
a
hundred
thousand
francs
.
"
Then
they
exclaim
,
"
What
a
pretty
house
!
"
So
if
you
tell
them
:
"
The
proof
of
the
little
prince
's
existence
is
that
he
was
delightful
,
that
he
laughed
,
and
that
he
wanted
a
sheep
.
When
someone
wants
a
sheep
,
that
proves
he
exists
,
"
they
shrug
their
shoulders
and
treat
you
like
a
child
!
But
if
you
tell
them
:
"
The
planet
he
came
from
is
Asteroid
B-612
,
"
then
they
'll
be
convinced
,
and
they
wo
n't
bother
you
with
their
questions
.
That
's
the
way
they
are
.
You
must
not
hold
it
against
them
.
Children
should
be
very
understanding
of
grown-ups
.
But
,
of
course
,
those
of
us
who
understand
life
could
n't
care
less
about
numbers
!
I
should
have
liked
to
begin
this
story
like
a
fairytale
.
I
should
have
liked
to
say
:
"
Once
upon
a
time
there
was
a
little
prince
who
lived
on
a
planet
hardly
any
bigger
than
he
was
,
and
who
needed
a
friend
...
"
For
those
who
understand
life
,
that
would
sound
much
truer
.
The
fact
is
,
I
do
n't
want
my
book
to
be
taken
lightly
.
Telling
these
memories
is
so
painful
for
me
.
It
's
already
been
six
years
since
my
friend
went
away
,
taking
his
sheep
with
him
.
I
try
to
describe
him
here
,
so
I
wo
n't
forget
him
.
It
's
sad
to
forget
a
friend
.
Not
everyone
has
had
a
friend
.
And
I
might
become
like
the
grown-ups
who
are
no
longer
interested
in
anything
but
numbers
.
Which
is
still
another
reason
why
I
've
bought
a
box
of
paints
and
some
pencils
.
It
's
hard
to
go
back
to
drawing
,
at
my
age
,
when
you
've
never
made
any
attempts
since
the
one
of
a
boa
from
inside
and
the
one
of
a
boa
from
outside
,
at
the
age
of
six
!
I
'll
certainly
try
to
make
my
portraits
as
true
to
life
as
possible
.
But
I
'm
not
entirely
sure
of
succeeding
.
One
drawing
works
,
and
the
next
no
longer
bears
any
resemblance
.
And
I
'm
a
little
off
on
his
height
,
too
.
In
this
one
the
little
prince
is
too
tall
.
And
here
is
too
short
.
And
I
'm
uncertain
about
the
color
of
his
suit
.
So
I
grope
in
one
direction
and
another
,
as
best
I
can
.
In
the
end
,
I
'm
sure
to
get
certain
more
important
details
all
wrong
.
But
here
you
'll
have
to
forgive
me
.
My
friend
never
explained
anything
.
Perhaps
he
thought
I
was
like
himself
.
But
I
,
unfortunately
,
can
not
see
a
sheep
through
the
sides
of
a
crate
.
I
may
be
a
little
like
the
grown-ups
.
I
must
have
grown
old
.
