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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