It was now the eighth day since I had had my accident in the desert,
and I had listened to the story of the merchant as I was drinking the last drop of my water supply.
"Ah," I said to the little prince, these memories of yours are very charming; but I have not yet succeeded in repairing my plane;
I have nothing more to drink; and I, too, should be very happy if I could walk at my leisure toward a spring of fresh water!
"My friend the fox–" the little prince said to me.
My dear little man, this is no longer a matter that has anything to do with the fox!
Because I am about to die of thirst。。。
He did not follow my reasoning, and he answered me:
It is a good thing to have had a friend, even if one is about to die.
I, for instance, am very glad to have had a fox as a friend。。。
"He has no way of guessing the danger," I said to myself. "He has never been either hungry or thirsty."
A little sunshine is all he needs。。。
But he looked at me steadily, and replied to my thought:" I am thirsty, too. Let us look for a well... "
I made a gesture of weariness.
It is absurd to look for a well, at random, in the immensity of the desert.
But nevertheless we started walking.