The fox gazed at the little prince, for a long time.
“Please– tame me!” he said.
“I want to, very much,” the little prince replied. “But I have not much time. I have friends to discover, and a great many things to understand.”
“One only understands the things that one tames,” said the fox. “Men have no more time to understand anything. They buy things all ready made at the shops. But there is no shop anywhere where one can buy friendship, and so men have no friends any more. If you want a friend, tame me…”
“What must I do, to tame you?” asked the little prince.
“You must be very patient,” replied the fox. “First you will sit down at a little distance from me– like that– in the grass. I shall look at you out of the corner of my eye, and you will say nothing. Words are the source of misunderstandings. But you will sit a little closer to me, every day…”
Please come closer, the fox is here, on the plates, on the cups, on the straws and on the napkins.
The litter prince is not here, he lost his way somewhere, we missed him for all our childhood and can’t find him decades.
Little fox is still there, lonely on the planet, we hope we could accompany with it and let it feel happier.
It is the fox, but it is empty. Maybe one could not die for you. To be sure, an ordinary passerby would think that the fox looked just like that– the fox that on the planet. But in itself alone it is more important than all the hundreds of other foxes: because it is that you have read, because it is that you have understand; because it is that you have listened to its story; because it is that you have wanted to make friend with and tamed.
For me, it’s not easy to let it alone again, I can’t leave him back, it is my friend during my childhood on the bed time that my dad told me its story. In this special birthday time, I will take it back~ Let’s go, littler fox!