But that is something that will not be my fault.
My friend never explained anything to me.
He thought, perhaps, that I was like himself.
But I, alas, do not know how to see sheep through the walls of boxes.
Perhaps I am a little like the grown-ups. I have had to grow old.
Chapter 5
As each day passed I would learn, in our talk, something about the little prince's planet, his departure from it, his journey.
The information would come very slowly, as it might chance to fall from his thoughts.
It was in this way that I heard, on the third day, about the catastrophe of the baobabs.
This time, once more, I had the sheep to thank for it.