"You know― a muzzle for my sheep... I am responsible for this flower..."I took my rough drafts of drawings out of my pocket. The little prince looked them over, and laughed as he said:"Your baobabs― they look a little like cabbages.""Oh!"

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Chapter 25

"But the eyes are blind. One must look with the heart..."I had drunk the water. I breathed easily. At sunrise the sand is the color of honey. And that honey color was making me happy, too. What brought me, then, this sense of grief "You must keep your promise," said the little prince, softly, as he sat down beside me once more.

"It is not worth the trouble..."The well that we had come to was not like the wells of the Sahara. The wells of the Sahara are mere holes dug in the sand. This one was like a well in a village. But there was no village here, and I thought I must be dreaming...

I raised the bucket to his lips. He drank, his eyes closed. It was as sweet as some special festival treat. This water was indeed a different thing from ordinary nourishment. Its sweetness was born of the walk under the stars, the song of the pulley, the effort of my arms. It was good for the heart, like a present. When I was a little boy, the lights of the Christmas tree, the music of the Midnight Mass, the tenderness of smiling faces, used to make up, so, the radiance of the gifts I received.