You can see the day end and the twilight falling whenever you like . . .
One day, you said to me, "I saw the sunset forty-four times!"
And a little later you added: "You know--one loves the sunset, when one is so sad . . ."
Were you so sad, then? I asked, "on the day of the forty-four sunsets?"
But the little prince made no reply.
Chapter 7
On the fifth day--again, as always, it was thanks to the sheep--the secret of the little prince's life was revealed to me.
Abruptly, without anything to lead up to it, and as if the question had been born of long and silent meditation on his problem, he demanded:
A sheep--if it eats little bushes, does it eat flowers, too?
A sheep, I answered, "eats anything it finds in its reach."