He looked at it carefully, then he said:“No. This sheep is already very sickly. Make me another.”
So I made another drawing.
My friend smiled gently and indulgently.
“You see yourself,” he said, “that this is not a sheep. This is a ram. It has horns.”
So then I did my drawing over once more.
But it was rejected too, just like the others.
This one is too old. I want a sheep that will live a long time.
By this time my patience was exhausted, because I was in a hurry to start taking my engine apart.
So I tossed off this drawing. And I threw out an explanation with it.
This is only his box. The sheep you asked for is inside.
I was very surprised to see a light break over the face of my young judge:
That is exactly the way I wanted it! Do you think that this sheep will have to have a great deal of grass?
Because where I live everything is very small.
“There will surely be enough grass for him,” I said. “It is a very small sheep that I have given you.”
He bent his head over the drawing:“Not so small that– Look! He has gone to sleep.
And that is how I made the acquaintance of the little prince.