etness in the laughter of all the stars。
But at another time I say to myself： 〃At some moment or other one is absentminded； and that is enough！ On some one evening he fot the glass globe； or the sheep got out； without making any noise； in the night。。。〃 And then the little bells are changed to tears。。。
Here； then； is a great mystery。 For you who also love the little prince； and for me； nothing in the universe can be the same if somewhere； we do not know where； a sheep that we never saw has yes or no？ eaten a rose。。。
Look up at the sky。 Ask yourselves： is it yes or no？ Has the sheep eaten the flower？ And you will see how everything changes。。。
And no grownup will ever understand that this is a matter of so much importance！
This is； to me； the loveliest and saddest landscape in the world。 It is the same as that on the preceding page； but I have drawn it again to impress it on your memory。 It is here that the little prince appeared on Earth； and disappeared。
Look at it carefully so that you will be sure to recognise it in case you travel some day to the African desert。 And； if you should e upon this spot； please do not hurry on。 Wait for a time； exactly under the star。 Then； if a little man appears who laughs； who has golden hair and who refuses to answer questions； you will know who he is。 If this should happen； please fort me。 Send me word that he has e back。
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