THE LITTLE PRINCE

But my little man did not look lost or frightened or dead from fatigue, hunger and thirst. He didn't look at all like a lost child in the desert, miles and miles away from the world. When at last I found my lute, I managed to whisper: - Ma... What are you doing here?; Then he said a word to me again as if he were talking about something very serious: - Please... draw me a little sheep...