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Chapter 7

           Andit’snotserious, tryingtounderstandwhyflowersgotosuchtroubletoproducethorns thataregoodfornothing? It’snotimportant,thewarbetweenthesheepandtheflowers? It’snomoreseriousandmoreimportantthanthenumbers thatfatredgentlemanisaddingup? 

           "SupposeIhappentoknowauniqueflower, onethatexistsnowhereintheworldexceptonmyplanet, onethatalittlesheepcanwipeoutinasinglebiteonemorning,justlikethat, withoutevenrealizingwhathe’sdoing -thatisn’timportant?" Hisfaceturnedrednow,andhewenton. "Ifsomeonelovesaflowerofwhichjustoneexampleexistsamongallthemillionsandmillionsofstars, that’senoughtomakehimhappywhenhelooksatthestars. Hetellshimself,’Myflower’suptheresomewhere... Butifthesheepeatstheflower,thenforhimit’sasif,suddenly,allthestarswentout. Andthatisn’timportant?" 

           Hecouldn’tsayanotherword. Allofasuddenheburstoutsobbing. Nighthadfallen. Idroppedmytools. WhatdidIcareaboutmyhammer,aboutmybolt,aboutthirstanddeath? Therewas,ononestar,ononeplanet,onmine,theEarth,alittleprincetobeconsoled! Itookhiminmyarms.Irockedhim. Itoldhim,’’Thefloweryouloveisnotindanger... I’lldrawyouamuzzleforyoursheep... I’lldrawyouafenceforyourflower... 

           Ididn’tknowwhattosay. HowclumsyIfelt! Ididn’tknowhowtoreachhim,wheretofindhim... It’ssomysterious, thelandoftears. 

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