1. 1.READTHEEXTRACTSFROMTHESEFAMOUSBOOKSANDRELATETHEMTO
THEPICTURESANDTITLESThen one morning, exactly at sunrise, she
suddenly showed herself.
And,afterworkingwithallthispainstakingprecision,she
yawnedandsaid:"Ah! I am scarcely awake. I beg that you will excuse
me. My petals are still all disarranged . . ."But the little prince
could not restrain his admiration:"Oh! How beautiful you are!""Am I
not?" the flower responded, sweetly. "And I was born at the same
moment as the sun . . ."The little prince could guess easily enough
that she was not any too modest--but how moving--and exciting--she
was!"I think it is time for breakfast," she added an instant later.
"If you would have the kindness to think of my needs--"
Andthelittleprince,completelyabashed,wenttolookfora
sprinklingcanoffreshwater.So,hetendedtheflower."Man is the only
creature that consumes without producing. He does not give milk,he
does not lay eggs, he is too weak to pull the plough, he cannot run
fastenough to catch rabbits. Yet he is lord of all the animals.
Hesets them to work, he gives back to them the bare minimumthat
will prevent them from starving, and the rest he keepsfor
himself.Our labour tills the soil, our dung fertilises it, and yet
thereis not one of us that owns more than his bare skin.You cows
that I see before me, how many thousands ofgallons of milk have you
given during this last year? And what has happened tothat milk
which should have been breeding up sturdy calves? Every drop of it
hasgone down the throats of our enemies.And you hens, how many eggs
have you laid in this last year, and how many ofthose eggs ever
hatched into chickens? The rest have all gone to market to bringin
money for Jones and his men.And you, Clover, where are those four
foals you bore, whoshould have been the support and pleasure of
your old age? Eachwas sold at a year old--you will never see one of
them again.
2. In return for your four confinements and all your labour in
the fields, what have you ever had except your bare rations and a
stall? None of them knew that the house they were approaching was
full of robbers. They thoughtit was another farmhouse and made a
plan. Theywould open the window and sing for their supper.They
hoped that the farmer and his wife wouldthink that their voices
were so beautiful that theywould be invited in for some dinner and
be givena place to stay for the night. They began to sing
"Ghosts!"criedtherobbers.Outofthefrontdoorthe
robbersran.Theyrandowntheroaduntiltheycould
nolongerbeseen.Chanter,Anciano,Songeand
BelementeChanticleerlookedintothehouse.Dinner
wasstillonthetable.Theyateitallup!Thefriendsweretired.Eachfoundaspotandtheycurled
upforthenight