Chapter 3

Ittookmealongtimetounderstandwherehecamefrom. Thelittleprince,whoaskedmesomanyquestions, neverseemedtoheartheonesIaskedhim.  

Itwasthingshesaidquiteatrandomthat,bitbybit,explainedeverything. Forinstance,whenhefirstcaughtsightofmyairplane (Iwon’tdrawmyairplane;thatwouldbemuchtoocomplicatedforme) heasked:  

"What’sthatthingoverthere?"  

"It’snotathing.Itflies.It’sanairplane.Myairplane."  

AndIwasproudtotellhimIcouldfly.Thenheexclaimed:  

"What!Youfelloutofthesky?"  

"Yes,"Isaidmodestly.  

"Oh!That’sfunny..." Andthelittleprincebrokeintoalovelypealoflaughter,whichannoyedmeagooddeal. Ilikemymisfortunestobetakenseriously. Thenheadded, "Soyoufelloutofthesky,too. Whatplanetareyoufrom?"  

ThatwaswhenIhadthefirstcluetothemysteryofhispresence, andIquestionedhimsharply.  

"Doyoucomefromanotherplanet?"  

Buthemadenoanswer. Heshookhisheadalittle,stillstaringatmyairplane.  

"Ofcourse,thatcouldn’thavebroughtyoufromveryfar..." 

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