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The little prince

Chapter

Eight part two

I think it is time for breakfast

She added an instant latter

If you would have the kindness to think of my needs and the little prines completely abashwent to look for a spricklin can of fresh water

So he tended the flower fair too

She began very quickly to torment him with her vanity

Which was if the truth be known little diffficult deal with one day for instance

When she was speaking of her full zones

She said to the little prince let the tigers come with their claws

There are no tigers on my planet

The little prince objected and anyway tigers do not eat weeds

I am not a weet

The flower replied sweeftly please excuse me

I'm not at all afraid of tigers

She went on

But i have a horrow of drafts

I suppose you wouldn't have a screen for me

A horror of drafts

That is bad luck for a plant remarked the little prince and added to himself this flower

It's a very complex creature at night

I want you to put me under a glass globe

It is very cold where you live in the place

I came from

But she interrupted herself at that point

She had come in the form of a seed

She could not have known anything of any other words embarrassed over having let herself be caught on the verge of such a naieve and truth

She coughed two or three times

In order to put the little prince in the run

The screen

I was just going to look for it

When you spoke to me

Then she foster cove a little more

So that he should suffer from remorse just the same

So the little prince in spite of all the good will

That was inseparable from his love had soon come to doubt her

He had taken seriously words

Which were without importance

And it made him very unhappy

I ought not to have listened to her

He confined to me one day one never ought to listen to the flowers

One should simply look at them and breaze their fragrance

My perfumed or my planet

But i did not know how to take pleasure in all her grades

This tale of clothes which disturbed me so much

Should only have filled my heart with tenderness and pity

And he continued his confidces

The fact is that i did not know how to understand anything

I ought you have judged by deeds and not by words

She cast her fragrance and her radioance over me

I ought never to have run away from her

I ought to have guessed old fasunction llay behind her pool

Little strategies

Flowers are so inconsistent

But i was too young

To know how to love her