I have never yet told this story. The companions who met me on my return were well content to see me alive. I was sad, but I told them: "I am tired."Now my sorrow is comforted a little. That is to say― not entirely. But I know that he did go back to his planet, because I did not find his body at daybreak. It was not such a heavy body... and at night I love to listen to the stars. It is like five hundred million little bells...
Look up at the sky. Ask yourselves: is it yes or no Has the sheep eaten the flower And you will see how everything changes...
It was then that the fox appeared.
Look at it carefully so that you will be sure to recognise it in case you travel some day to the African desert. And, if you should come upon this spot, please do not hurry on. Wait for a time, exactly under the star. Then, if a little man appears who laughs, who has golden hair and who refuses to answer questions, you will know who he is. If this should happen, please comfort me. Send me word that he has come back.
Here, then, is a great mystery. For you who also love the little prince, and for me, nothing in the universe can be the same if somewhere, we do not know where, a sheep that we never saw has― yes or no― eaten a rose...