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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