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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