"It is possible," said the fox. "On the Earth one sees allsorts of things."
"Oh, but this is not on the Earth!" said the little prince.
The fox seemed perplexed, and very curious.
"On another planet?"
"Yes."
"Are there hunters on this planet?"
"No."
"Ah, that is interesting! Are there chickens?"
"No."
"Nothing is perfect," sighed the fox.
But he came back to his idea.
"My life is very monotonous," the fox said. "I huntchickens; men hunt me. All the chickens are just alike, and all the men arejust alike. And, in consequence, I am a little bored. But if you tame me, itwill be as if the sun came to shine on my life . I shall know the sound of astep that will be different from all the others. Other steps send me hurryingback underneath the ground. Yours will call me, like music, out of my burrow.And then look: you see the grain-fields down yonder? I do not ea t bread. Wheatis of no use to me. The wheat fields have nothing to say to me. And that issad. But you have hair that is the colour of gold. Think how wonderful thatwill be when you have tamed me! The grain, which is also golden, will bring meback the thought of you. And I shall love to listen to the wind in thewheat..."
