The first time he saw my airplane, for instance, he asked me:
That is not an object. It flies. It is an airplane. It is my airplane.
Oh! That is funny!
What! You dropped down from the sky?
What is that object?
And the little prince broke into a lovely peal of laughter. Then he added:
Do you come from another planet?
. . .
So you, too, come from the sky! Which is your planet?
And he sank into a reverie, which lasted a long time. Then, taking my sheep out of his pocket,
My little man, where do you come from? What is this 'where I live,' of which you speak?
The thing that is so good about the box you have given me is that at night he can use it as his house
And I was proud to have him learn that I could fly.He cried out, then:
But the little prince seemed shocked by this offer:
That is so. And if you are good I will give you a string, too, so that you can tie him during the day, and apost to tie him to.
My friend broke into another peal of laughter:
But if you don't tie him, he will wander off somewhere, and get lost
he buriedhimself in the contemplation of his treasure. You can imagine how my curiosity was aroused by this half-confidence about the "other planets." I made agreat effort, therefore, to find out more on this subject.
And, with perhaps a hint of sadness, he added:
"Tie him! What a queer idea
Anywhere. Straight ahead of him
But where do you think he would go?
Straight ahead of him, nobody can go very far . . .
That doesn't matter. Where I live, everything is so small!