Chapter 25

Thelittleprincesaid,"Peoplestartoutinexpresstrains,buttheynolongerknowwhatthey’relookingfor. Thentheygetallexcitedandrusharoundincircles..." Andheadded, "It’snotworththetrouble..."  

ThewellwehadcometowasnotatalllikethewellsoftheSahara. ThewellsoftheSaharaarenomorethanholesduginthesand. Thisonelookedmorelikeavillagewell. Buttherewasnovillagehere,andIthoughtIwasdreaming.  

"It’sstrange,"Isaidtothelittleprince,"everythingisready: thepulley,thebucket,andtherope..."  

Helaughed,graspedtherope,andsetthepulleyworking. Andthepulleygroanedthewayanoldweathervanegroanswhenthewindhasbeenasleepalongtime.  

"Hearthat? "saidthelittleprince. "We’veawakenedthiswellandit’ssinging."  

Ididn’twanthimtotirehimselfout. "Letmedothat,"Isaidtohim. "It’stooheavyforyou."  

SlowlyIhoistedthebuckettotheedgeofthewell.Isetitdownwithgreatcare. Thesongofthepulleycontinuedinmyears,andIsawthesunglistenonthestill-tremblingwater.  

"I’mthirstyforthatwater,"saidthelittleprince. "Letmedrinksome..."  

AndIunderstoodwhathe’dbeenlookingfor!  

Iraisedthebuckettohislips. Hedrank,eyesclosed. Itwasassweetasafeast. Thatwaterwasmorethanmerelyadrink. 

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