... in that the fox appeared. "Good morning," said the fox. "Good morning," the little prince responded politely, turned around but saw no one. "I'm here," the voice said, "... under the apple tree." "Who are you?" asked the little prince, "You are very pretty ..." "I am the fox," said the fox. "Come play with me," said the fox, "I am not tamed." "Oh, excuse me," said the little prince. But after a moment's reflection he added: "What does it mean tame? "" You're not from these parts, thou, "said the fox," What are you looking? "" I am looking for men, "said the little prince." What do you mean tame? "" Men, "said the fox" are guns and hunt. It 's very boring! They also raise chickens. E 'are their only interests. You are looking for the chickens? "" No, "said the little prince." I am looking for friends. What do you mean tame? "" It 's an act too often neglected. It means to establish ties ... "" To establish ties? "" Sure, "said the fox." You, up to now for me, you're not a boy like a hundred thousand kids. And I need you. And you have no need of me. I'm not a fox like that for you a hundred thousand other foxes. But if you tame me, then we shall need each other. You will be unique in the world to me, and I shall be unique to you. "" I'm beginning to understand, "said the little prince." There is a flower .... I think she has tamed me ... "" It 's possible, "said the fox" all sorts of things on earth ... "" Oh! It is not on earth, "said the little prince. The fox seemed perplexed:" On another planet? "Yes" "Are there hunters on this planet?" "No." "This is interesting! Are there chickens? "" No "" Nothing is perfect, "sighed the fox. But the fox returned to his idea:" My life is monotonous. I do hunt chickens, and men hunt me. All chickens are just alike, and all men are alike. And I'm bored by it. But if you tame me, my life will be as enlightened. I shall know the sound of footsteps that will be different from everyone else. Other steps send me hurrying back underneath the ground. Yours will call me out of my burrow like music. And then, look! See, down there, the wheat fields? I do not eat bread and wheat, for me is useless. The wheat fields say nothing to me. And this is sad! But you have hair the color of gold. Then it will be wonderful when you have tamed me. The wheat, which is also golden, will remind me of you. And love the sound Wind in the wheat ... "The fox gazed long the little prince:" Please tame me ... .. "he said." Willingly, "replied the little prince," but do not have much time, though. I have friends to discover and learn many things. "" One only understands the things that one tames, "said the fox." men no longer have time to learn anything. They buy things already made. But there is no shop with friends, men no longer have friends. If you want a friend, tame me! "" What should I do? "Asked the little prince." We must be very patient, "said the fox." In the beginning you will sit down a bit 'away from me, so the grass. I will keep you out of the corner of the eye and you will say nothing. Words are the source of misunderstandings. But every day you will sit a little 'closer .... "The little prince came back the next day." It would be better to return at the same time, "said the fox." If you come, for example, every afternoon at four , at three o'clock I shall begin to be happy. Over time increase my happiness. At four, I'll start to worrying and jumping about, find out the price of happiness! But if you come you do not know when, I'll never know what time to prepare my heart ... It takes the rites. "" What is a rite? "Said the little prince." Although this is an often neglected, "said the fox." That 's what makes one day different from other days, one hour from other hours. There is a ritual, for example, among my hunters. On Thursday they dance with the girls of the village. So Thursday is a wonderful day! I far as the vineyards. If the hunters danced at just any day, would be like every day, and I would never vacation. "So the little prince tamed the fox. And when the hour of departure drew near:" Ah, "said the fox," I'll cry ... "." It's your fault, "said the little prince," I never wished you harm, but you wanted me to tame you ... "" It 's true, " said the fox. "But you cry!" said the little prince. "It 's certain," said the fox. "Then it for you?" "It has done," said the fox, "the color of wheat." He added: "It is again at the roses. You will understand that yours is unique in the world." "Then come back to say goodbye I'll give you a secret." The little prince went away again at the roses. "You are not at all like my rose, yet you are nothing," he said. "No one has tamed you and you have tamed no one. You are like my fox. He was only a fox like a hundred thousand others. But I have made my friend and I have done for me unique." And the roses were very uncomfortable. "You are beautiful, but you empty, "she said again." One can not die for you. Certainly, an ordinary passerby would think that my rose looked just like you, but she, she alone is the most important of all you, because it is that I have watered. Why is she that I put under the glass, why is she that I have sheltered behind the screen. Because for her that I killed the caterpillars (except for two or three for butterflies). Why is she that I have heard complaining or bragging, or even sometimes remain silent. Why is my rose, "And he went back to the fox." Goodbye, "he said." Goodbye, "said the fox." Here's my secret. It 's very simple: One sees clearly only with the heart. What is essential is invisible to the eye. "" What is essential is invisible to the eyes, "repeated the little prince, to remember." It 's the time you have wasted for your rose that makes your rose so important. "" It' s the time I have wasted for my rose ... "said the little prince to remember." Men have forgotten this truth. But you must not forget it. You become responsible, forever, for what you have tamed. You are responsible for your rose ... "" I am responsible for my rose .... "He repeated the little prince to remember.