At that moment I caught a gleam of light in the impenetrable mystery of his presence; and I demanded, abruptly:
Do you come from another planet?
But he did not reply.
He tossed his head gently, without taking his eyes from my plane:
"It is true that on that you can't have come from very far away . . ."
And he sank into a reverie, which lasted a long time.
Then, taking my sheep out of his pocket, he buried himself in the contemplation of his treasure.
You can imagine how my curiosity was aroused by this half-confidence about the "other planets."
I made a great effort, therefore, to find out more on this subject.
"My little man, where do you come from? What is this 'where I live,' of which you speak? Where do you want to take your sheep?"