little Prince

Chapter 3

I live in such a lonely life, no one can talk to me, no one understands me.

Until six years ago, when I was flying alone, the plane broke down and stopped in the Sahara desert. At that time, there was no mechanic, so I had to fix the plane by myself.You know, dear readers, it's a matter of life and death for me whether the plane gets fixed or not.This is a big desert, and there is no other person except me, and the water I bring can only drink for a week. If the plane cannot be repaired during this time, I will die in the desert.

The first night I slept on the sand and I felt like I was on a small raft floating alone in the middle of the ocean.The next morning, I was woken up by a small strange voice: "Can you draw a sheep for me?"

I was surprised when the little voice said again:

"Will you draw me a sheep?"

As if struck by lightning, I sat up all of a sudden.I rubbed my eyes vigorously, looked around carefully, and then saw a very strange child looking at me seriously.

He has blond hair, soft and soft, as if made of sunlight; he also has big sky blue eyes, piercing, as if there are stars shining in them; his skin is fair, as if made of snow.He was wearing blue clothes, the hem of the clothes was bent into a nice circle shape, very elegant.

I looked at this child in amazement, you heard me before, I was in a desert with no one but me, and this child suddenly appeared, and it didn't look like he was lost at all .I was surprised by this and just looked straight at him.

When I finally stopped being surprised, I asked him, "What are you doing here?"

Instead of answering my question, he repeated his words: "Can you draw me a sheep?"

As ridiculous as this seemed to me now, I got out my pen and paper and decided to draw him a sheep.

When I started to draw, I remembered that I had never learned how to draw. I told him that I couldn’t draw, and he replied:
"It's okay, just draw me a sheep."

Because I have never drawn a sheep, so I drew him the two unintelligible pictures I drew before.

"No, no, I don't want a boa constrictor, though he has an elephant in his belly. I want sheep."

I was dumbfounded when I heard his words.Did he understand my painting?

"The boa constrictor is too dangerous, the elephant is too big. My place is too small, all I need is a sheep, draw me a sheep."

I had to draw him a sheep.

He looked at my painting intently, expressing his opinion while watching: "I don't want this sheep, it looks very sick, draw me a new one."

I started drawing again.My little friend suddenly laughed and said to me: "Look, what you drew is not a lamb, but a ram, and it has horns."

I had no choice but picked up the pen for the third time and started to draw again.Unfortunately, this painting was also rejected by him.

"This one is too old. I want a young sheep."

I'm starting to get impatient, I need time to check my engine, and I need to find some time to vent my depressed heart.So I sketched a big wooden box and said to him: "Here is the sheep you want."

At this time, I actually saw the child laughing. He said, "This is the sheep I want. Do you think it takes a lot of grass to raise this sheep?"

"Why do you ask that?" I asked.

"Because I live in a small place."

"I drew you a very small sheep, you can raise it in a small place."

He put his head close to the painting, "Actually, this sheep is not as small as you said, look, it is asleep." After finishing speaking, he pointed to the piece of paper and asked me to see it.

I looked at him in surprise, not knowing what to say.In this way, I met my best friend - the little prince.

(End of this chapter)