Chapter 3

           Ittookmealongtimetounderstandwherehecamefrom. Thelittleprince,whoaskedmesomanyquestions, neverseemedtoheartheonesIaskedhim. 

           Itwasthingshesaidquiteatrandomthat,bitbybit,explainedeverything. Forinstance,whenhefirstcaughtsightofmyairplane (Iwon’tdrawmyairplane;thatwouldbemuchtoocomplicatedforme) heasked: 

           "What’sthatthingoverthere?" 

           "It’snotathing.Itflies.It’sanairplane.Myairplane." 

           AndIwasproudtotellhimIcouldfly.Thenheexclaimed: 

           "What!Youfelloutofthesky?" 

           "Yes,"Isaidmodestly. 

           "Oh!That’sfunny..." Andthelittleprincebrokeintoalovelypealoflaughter,whichannoyedmeagooddeal. Ilikemymisfortunestobetakenseriously. Thenheadded, "Soyoufelloutofthesky,too. Whatplanetareyoufrom?" 

           ThatwaswhenIhadthefirstcluetothemysteryofhispresence, andIquestionedhimsharply. 

           "Doyoucomefromanotherplanet?" 

           Buthemadenoanswer. Heshookhisheadalittle,stillstaringatmyairplane. 

           "Ofcourse,thatcouldn’thavebroughtyoufromveryfar..."