“蟒蛇太伤害，大象非常粗笨。我住的处所，统统都非常小，我需求的是一只绵羊。给我画一只绵羊。”
因为我向来没有画过羊，我就给他画我常常画的那幅闭着肚皮的巨蟒，然后我非常震惊地听到这个小家伙说：“不！不！我不要一个在蟒蛇肚子里的大象。”
“为甚么问这个呢？”
So I lived my life alone, without anyone that I could really talk to, until I had an accident with my plane in the Desert of Sahara, six years ago. Something was broken in my engine. And as I had with me neither a mechanic nor any passengers, I set myself to attempt the difficult repairs all alone. It was a question of life or death for me: I had scarcely enough drinking water to last a week.
他歪着脑袋靠近这张画。
“你本身看看，”他说，“你画的不是绵羊，是头公羊，另有两个角呢。”
“因为我住的处所，统统都非常小……”
他细心地看了下，随后又说：“我不要，这只绵羊已经病得很重了。给我重新画一只。”
就如许，我熟谙了小王子。
此次，我不耐烦了，因为我急于要查验发动机，因而就草草画了这张画，顺手扔给他：“这是一只箱子，你要的绵羊就在内里。”
我的这位朋友暖和听任地笑了。
对于这个俄然呈现的小家伙，我感到万分诧异。我记得，当时我坠机的处所是一个阔别火食、千里以外的处所。但是，这个小家伙看起来既不像迷了路，也没有半点疲惫、饥渴、惊骇的神情。各种迹象显现，他是一个丢失在空旷无火食的大戈壁中的孩子。当我终究静下心能够说出话来时，我对他说道：“我说，你在这儿干甚么呢？”
“我肯定会有充足的草给它。”我说，“我给你的是一只非常小的绵羊。”
I jumped to my feet, completely thunderstruck. I blinked my eyes hard. I looked carefully all around me. And I saw a most extraordinary small person, who stood there examining me with great seriousness. Here you may see the best potrait that, later, I was able to make of him. But my drawing is certainly very much less charming than its model.