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           "Ibelieveitisbreakfasttime,"shehadsoonadded. "Wouldyoubesokindastotendtome?" 

           Andthelittleprince,utterlyabashed, havinggonetolookforawateringcan,servedtheflower. 

           Shehadsoonbeguntormentinghimwithherrathertouchyvanity. Oneday,forinstance,alludingtoherfourthorns,sheremarkedtothelittleprince, "I’mreadyfortigers,withalltheirclaws!" 

           "Therearenotigersonmyplanet," thelittleprincehadobjected, "andbesides,tigersdon’teatweeds." 

           "Iamnotaweed," theflowersweetlyreplied." 

           "Forgiveme..." 

           "Iamnotatallafraidoftigers, butIhaveahorrorofdrafts. Youwouldn’thappentohaveascreen?" 

           "Ahorrorofdrafts..."that’snotagoodsign,foraplant," thelittleprincehadobserved. "Howcomplicatedthisfloweris..." 

           "Afterdarkyouwillputmeunderglass. Howcolditiswhereyoulive-quiteuncomfortable. WhereIcomefrom-" Butshesuddenlybrokeoff.Shehadcomehereasaseed. Shecouldn’thaveknownanythingofotherworlds. 

           Humiliatedathavingletherselfbecaughtonthevergeofsonaivealie, shecoughedtwoorthreetimesinordertoputthelittleprinceinthewrong. "Thatscreen?" 

           "Iwasgoingtolookforone, butyouwerespeakingtome!"