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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