Chapter 24

Itwasnowtheeighthdaysincemycrashlandinginthedesert,andI’dlistenedtothestoryaboutthesalesclerkasIwasdrinkingthelastdropofmywatersupply. 

"Ah,"Isaidtothelittleprince,"yourmemoriesareverypleasant,butIhaven’tyetrepairedmyplane. Ihavenothinglefttodrink,andI,too,wouldbegladtowalkveryslowlytowardawaterfountain!" 

"Myfriendthefoxtoldme-" 

"Littlefellow,thishasnothingtodowiththefox!" 

"Why?" 

"Becausewe’regoingtodieofthirst." 

Thelittleprincedidn’tfollowmyreasoning,andansweredme, "It’sgoodtohavehadafriend,evenifyou’regoingtodie. Myself,I’mverygladtohavehadafoxforafriend." 

"Hedoesn’trealizethedanger,"Isaidtomyself. "He’sneverhungryorthirsty. Alittlesunlightisenoughforhim..." 

Butthelittleprincelookedatmeandansweredmythought. "I’mthirsty,too...Let’sfindawell..." 

Imadeanexasperatedgesture. Itisabsurdlookingforawell,atrandom,inthevastnessofthedesert. Butevenso,westartedwalking. 

Whenwehadwalkedforseveralhoursinsilence,nightfellandstarsbegantoappear. Inoticedthemasinadream,beingsomewhatfeverishonaccountofmythirst. Thelittleprince’swordsdancedinmymemory. 

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