-- A 28 Nov 2005 version
The day when Little Prince decided to leave his planet, he came to his rose. He whispered to the first pedal of his rose, "my beautiful rose, I have to leave this planet and you have to stay in this soil for your own good. My beautiful rose, you have to grow and be brave. Don't be afriad, you are the most beautiful rose and you will shine with your courage".
His rose did not respond. Little Prince then whispered to the second pedal of his rose, "my beautiful rose, you are the one and the only one."
A drop of tear dropped from the pedals of his rose. Little Prince felt sad. He then whispered to the third pedal of his rose, "my beautiful rose, my heart is with you whereever I am."
A breeze blew over his rose, a pedal fell down onto the soil. Little Prince picked the pedal, put it close to his heart and set off his planet.
The day when Little Prince met the fox, he was sad.
The fox asked, "why are you sad, my friend?"
"My rose refuses to take the water I put in the jag before I left my planet, and now my beautiful rose is dying." Little Prince said, with the pedal close to his heart.
"Why your rose refuses to take the water you put in the jag before you left your planet?" asked the fox.
"Because she is angry with me," said Little Prince, with a drop of tear in his eye.
"Why she is angry with you, my friend?"
"Because I put the same water in the same jag for other roses,too," said Little Prince.
"So you have other roses in your planet", replied the fox.
"Yes, they make my planet more beautiful. But she is special, she is the one and the only one. Everymorning when the first sunlight shines on my planet, i would come to her, water her with the freshest morning dew. I would sit by her side while she takes the water and the air. Everynoon, when the breeze blows to my planet, I would come to her, cover her with my hands, so the soil would not dirt her pedals. Everynight, when the first moonlight appears in the starry sky, I would come to her, whisper to her, so she would not feel lonely. I share with her all my happiness and worries. I named her 'my rose', she is my only rose." Said Little Prince with his mind sank deep into his memory of his beautiful rose.
"Why she refuses to take the same water in the same jag with other roses, then?" asked the fox.
"I don't know", said Little Prince. "she would be angry when I water the other roses as the first sunlight shines on my planet; she would be angry when I cover the other roses when the afternoon breeze blows to my planet; she would be angry when I talk to other roses when the first moonlight appears in the starry sky." Said Little Prince.
"Ayhaa... so she is in love with you", said the fox.
"Love?" repeated Little Prince, "what is love?"
"Love, is to tame and to be tamed," said the fox.
"Love, is to tame and to be tamed," repeated Little Prince.
"Everymorning, your rose waits with great patience for the first sunlight to shine on your planet, for she, knows you would be there for her, to water her, to sit by her side. Her heart would beat fast when she hears your steps, her face would shine when she knows you will be sitting next to her.
"Everynoon, she expects with great courage for the breeze to blow so that you would cover her with your hands.
"Everynight, she prays for the moonlight to shine so that you would come to whisper your happiness and worries to her.
"She is tamed, my friend, she is tamed by you". Said the fox.
"She is tamed by me?" repeated Little Prince.
"She is tamed by you, so the first sunshine means not the beginning of the day but your love for her; so the afternoon breeze is no longer a danger but a proof of your love for her; so the moonlight talks are the private moments belong to you and her, just you and her. She would be jealous when you do the same to the other roses. So, she refuses to take the same water in the same jag with other roses." Said the fox.
"She is jealous? she is tamed?" asked Little Prince.
"So you are, my friend, you are tamed by your rose, too." Said the fox.
"I am tamed by my rose, too?" repeated Little Prince.
"You are tamed by your rose, so that you have to water her, to sit with her, to cover her, to talk to her, everymorning, everynoon, everynight. Your heart breaks when she refuses to take the water, to be covered by your hands, and to repond to your whispers. My friend, you are tamed by your rose, too." Said the fox.
"So I am tamed by my rose and my rose is tamed by me?" asked the Little Prince.
"So you are tamed by your rose and your rose is tamed by you," answered the fox.
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