findingawell,thenarratorandthelittleprincediscusshisreturntohisplanet "Men,"saidthelittleprince,"setoutontheirwayinexpresstrains,buttheydonotknowwhattheyarelookingfor.Thentheyrushabout,andgetexcited,andturnroundandround..." "Itisnotworththetrouble..." ThewellthatwehadcometowasnotlikethewellsoftheSahara.ThewellsoftheSaharaaremereholesduginthesand.Thisonewaslikeawellinavillage.Buttherewasnovillagehere,andIthoughtImustbedreaming... "Itisstrange,"Isaidtothelittleprince."Everythingisreadyforuse:thepulley,thebucket,therope..." Helaughed,touchedtherope,andsetthepulleytoworking.Andthepulleymoaned,likeanoldweathervanewhichthewindhaslongsinceforgotten. "Doyouhear?"saidthelittleprince."Wehavewakenedthewell,anditissinging..." Ididnotwanthimtotirehimselfwiththerope. "Leaveittome,"Isaid."Itistooheavyforyou." Ihoistedthebucketslowlytotheedgeofthewellandsetitthere--happy,tiredasIwas,overmyachievement.Thesongofthepulleywasstillinmyears,andIcouldseethesunlightshimmerinthestilltremblingwater. "Iamthirstyforthiswater,"saidthelittleprince."Givemesomeofittodrink..." AndIunderstoodwhathehadbeenlookingfor. Iraisedthebuckettohislips.Hedrank,hiseyesclosed.Itwasassweetassomespecialfestivaltreat.Thiswaterwasindeedadifferentthingfromordinarynourishment.Itssweetnesswasbornofthewalkunderthestars,thesongofthepulley,theeffortofmyarms.Itwasgoodfortheheart,likeapresent.WhenIwasalittleboy,thelightsoftheChristmastree,themusicoftheMidnightMass,thetendernessofsmilingfaces,usedtomakeup,so,theradianceofthegiftsIreceived. "Themenwhereyoulive,"saidthelittleprince,"raisefivethousandrosesinthesamegarden--andtheydonotfindinitwhattheyarelookingfor." "Theydonotfindit,"Ireplied. "Andyetwhattheyarelookingforcouldbefoundinonesinglerose,orinalittlewater." "Buttheeyesareblind.Onemustlookwiththeheart..." Ihaddrunkthewater.Ibreathedeasily.Atsunrisethesandisthecolorofhoney.Andthathoneycolorwasmakingmehappy,too.Whatbroughtme,then,thissenseofgrief? "Youmustkeepyourpromise,"saidthelittleprince,softly,ashesatdownbesidemeoncemore. "Youknow--amuzzleformysheep...Iamresponsibleforthisflower..." Itookmyroughdraftsofdrawingsoutofmypocket.Thelittleprincelookedthemover,andlaughedashesaid: "Yourbaobabs--theylookalittlelikecabbages." Ihadbeensoproudofmybaobabs! "Yourfox--hisearslookalittlelikehorns;andtheyaretoolong." "Youarenotfair,littleprince,"Isaid."Idon'tknowhowtodrawanythingexceptboaconstrictorsfromtheoutsideandboaconstrictorsfromtheinside." "Oh,thatwillbeallright,"hesaid,"childrenunderstand." SothenImadeapencilsketchofamuzzle.AndasIgaveittohimmyheartwastorn. "YouhaveplansthatIdonotknowabout,"Isaid. Buthedidnotanswerme.Hesaidtome,instead: "Youknow--mydescenttotheearth...Tomorrowwillbeitsanniversary." Then,afterasilence,hewenton: Andonceagain,withoutunderstandingwhy,Ihadaqueersenseofsorrow.Onequestion,however,occurredtome: "ThenitwasnotbychancethatonthemorningwhenIfirstmetyou--aweekago--youwerestrollingalonglikethat,allalone,athousandmilesfromanyinhabitedregion?Youwereontheyourbacktotheplacewhereyoulanded?" Thelittleprinceflushedagain. AndIadded,withsomehesitancy: "Perhapsitwasbecauseoftheanniversary?" Thelittleprinceflushedoncemore.Heneveransweredquestions--butwhenoneflushesdoesthatnotmean"Yes"? "Ah,"Isaidtohim,"Iamalittlefrightened--" "Nowyoumustwork.Youmustreturntoyourengine.Iwillbewaitingforyouhere.Comebacktomorrowevening..." ButIwasnotreassured.Irememberedthefox.Onerunstheriskofweepingalittle,ifoneletshimselfbetamed... 
