Chapter 20

Butitsohappenedthatthelittleprince,havingwalkedalongtimethroughsandandrocksandsnow,finallydiscoveredaroad. Andallroadsgotowheretherearepeople. 

"Goodmorning,"hesaid. 

Itwasablossomingrosegarden. 

"Goodmorning,"saidtheroses. 

Thelittleprincegazedatthem.Allofthemlookedlikehisflower. 

"Whoareyou? "heasked,astounded. 

"We’reroses,"therosessaid. 

"Ah!"saidthelittleprince. 

Andhefeltveryunhappy. Hisflowerhadtoldhimshewastheonlyoneofherkindinthewholeuniverse. Andherewerefivethousandofthem,alljustalike,injustonegarden! 

"Shewouldbeveryannoyed,"hesaidtohimself,"ifshesawthis... "Shewouldcoughterriblyandpretendtobedying,toavoidbeinglaughedat. AndI’dhavetopretendtobenursingher; otherwise,she’dreallyletherselfdieinordertohumiliateme." 

Andthenhesaidtohimself, "IthoughtIwasrichbecauseIhadjustoneflower,andallIownisanordinaryrose. Thatandmythreevolcanoes,whichcomeuptomyknee,oneofwhichmaybepermanentlyextinct. Itdoesn’tmakememuchofaprince..." Andhelaydowninthegrassandwept. 

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