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And now six years have already gone by... I have never yet told this story.
The companions who met me on myreturn were well content to see me alive. I was sad, but I toldthem: "I am tired." Now my sorrow is comforted a little. That is to say-- not entirely.
But I know that he did go back to his planet, because I did not findhis body at daybreak. It was not such a heavy body... and at night Ilove to listen to the stars. It is like five hundred million littlebells...
But there is one extraordinary thing... when I drew the muzzle forthe little prince, I forgot to add the leather strap to it. He willnever have been able to fasten it on his sheep. So now I keepwondering: what is happening on his planet? Perhaps the sheep haseaten the flower... At one time I say to myself: "Surely not! The little prince shutshis flower under her glass globe every night, and he watches overhis sheep very carefully..." Then I am happy. And there is sweetnessin the laughter of all the stars.
But at another time I say to myself: "At some moment or other one isabsent-minded, and that is enough! On some one evening he forgot theglass globe, or the sheep got out, without making any noise, in thenight..."
And then the little bells are changed to tears... Here, then, is a great mystery. For you who also love the littleprince, and for me, nothing in the universe can be the same ifsomewhere, we do not know where, a sheep that we never saw has-- yesor no?-- eaten a rose... Look up at the sky. Ask yourselves: is it yes or no? Has the sheepeaten the flower? And you will see how everything changes... And no grown-up will ever understand that this is a matter of somuch importance!
This is, to me, the loveliest and saddest landscape in the world. Itis the same as that on the preceding page, but I have drawn it againto impress it on your memory. It is here that the little princeappeared on Earth, and disappeared.
Look at it carefully so that you will be sure to recognise it incase you travel some day to the African desert. And, if you shouldcome upon this spot, please do not hurry on. Wait for a time,exactly under the star.
Then, if a little man appears who laughs,who has golden hair and who refuses to answer questions, you willknow who he is.
If this should happen, please comfort me. Send meword that he has come back.
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