The soft air caressed his flushed cheeks as his golden hair swung alongside the colorful heather of the field. Sitting on a shore, with his legs hunched and one hand on his knee, his little black eyes watched cautiously the clouds that walked through the sky. Which country boy, who wishes to entertain himself, he was playing to make shape to the clouds and then, create stories that he would draw.

The Little Prince, lay down on the fluffy bed of heather and closed his eyes.

He missed his friend, the fox, but that was what it meant to tame.

How naive he was, and how little he regrets.

'Wow!' He exclaimed in his thoughts 'I should show to my lamb the landscape we are in.'