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The flowers on his planet had always been very simple. They had only one circle of petals. They didn't take up much space and didn't cause any trouble. They would appear in the grass one morning and fade away peacefully by night. But one day, a seed from somewhere unknown grew into a new flower. The little prince watched this small sprout very closely because it was different from all the other sprouts on his planet. It could have been a new type of baobab tree.
The plant soon stopped growing and started to prepare to bloom. When the little prince saw the first big bud, he felt sure something amazing would come from it. But the flower wasn't happy to just get ready in the safety of her green room. She carefully picked her colors. She dressed herself slowly. She arranged each petal one by one. She didn't want to come out into the world looking messy, like the wild poppies. She wanted to appear only when she was at her most beautiful. Oh yes! She was a very vain creature! Her secret preparations went on for many days.
Then one morning, right at sunrise, she suddenly showed herself.
And after all that careful work, she yawned and said:
"Ah! I'm hardly awake. Please excuse me. My petals are still all messy..."
But the little prince couldn't hold back his admiration:
"Aren't I?" the flower replied sweetly. "And I was born at the same moment as the sun..."
The little prince could easily tell she wasn't very modest—but she was so touching and exciting!
"I think it's time for breakfast," she added a moment later. "If you would be so kind as to think of what I need—"
And the little prince, feeling a bit embarrassed, went to find a watering can with fresh water. So, he took care of the flower.
And so, she quickly began to bother him with her vanity—which, to be honest, was a bit hard to handle. For example, one day when she was talking about her four thorns, she said to the little prince:
"There are no tigers on my planet," the little prince replied. "And anyway, tigers don't eat weeds."
"I am not a weed," the flower said sweetly. "Please excuse me..."
"I'm not afraid of tigers at all," she continued, "but I really hate drafts. I suppose you don't have a screen for me?"
"A fear of drafts—that's bad luck for a plant," the little prince said, and thought to himself, "This flower is a very complicated creature..."
"At night I want you to put me under a glass cover. It's very cold where you live. In the place I came from—"
But she stopped herself there. She had arrived as a seed. She couldn't have known anything about other worlds. Feeling embarrassed that she was caught almost telling a silly lie, she coughed two or three times to make the little prince feel he was wrong.
"I was just about to look for it when you spoke to me..."
Then she forced her cough a bit more so he would feel guilty anyway.
So the little prince, despite all the good feelings that came with his love, soon began to doubt her. He had taken her unimportant words seriously, and it made him very unhappy.
"I shouldn't have listened to her," he told me one day. "You should never listen to the flowers. You should just look at them and smell their scent. Mine made my whole planet smell nice. But I didn't know how to enjoy all her beauty. That story about claws, which upset me so much, should have only made me feel tender and sorry for her."
And he went on sharing his thoughts:
"The truth is, I didn't know how to understand anything! I should have judged by actions, not by words. She filled my life with her scent and her light. I should never have run away from her... I should have guessed all the love behind her little tricks."