Chapter 20

           Butitsohappenedthatthelittleprince,havingwalkedalongtimethroughsandandrocksandsnow,finallydiscoveredaroad. Andallroadsgotowheretherearepeople. 

           "Goodmorning,"hesaid. 

           Itwasablossomingrosegarden. 

           "Goodmorning,"saidtheroses. 

           Thelittleprincegazedatthem.Allofthemlookedlikehisflower. 

           "Whoareyou? "heasked,astounded. 

           "We’reroses,"therosessaid. 

           "Ah!"saidthelittleprince. 

           Andhefeltveryunhappy. Hisflowerhadtoldhimshewastheonlyoneofherkindinthewholeuniverse. Andherewerefivethousandofthem,alljustalike,injustonegarden! 

           "Shewouldbeveryannoyed,"hesaidtohimself,"ifshesawthis... "Shewouldcoughterriblyandpretendtobedying,toavoidbeinglaughedat. AndI’dhavetopretendtobenursingher; otherwise,she’dreallyletherselfdieinordertohumiliateme." 

           Andthenhesaidtohimself, "IthoughtIwasrichbecauseIhadjustoneflower,andallIownisanordinaryrose. Thatandmythreevolcanoes,whichcomeuptomyknee,oneofwhichmaybepermanentlyextinct. Itdoesn’tmakememuchofaprince..." Andhelaydowninthegrassandwept.