CHAPTER 13

But it so happened that the little prince, having walked a long time through
sand and rocks and snow, finally discovered a road. And all roads go to where
there are people.
"Good morning," he said.
It was a blossoming rose garden.
"Good morning," said the roses.
The little prince gazed at them. All of them looked like his flower.
"Who are you?" he asked, astounded.
"We're roses," the roses said.
"Ah!" said the little prince.
And he felt very unhappy. His flower had told him she was the only one of
her kind in the whole universe. And here were five thousand of them, all just
alike, in just one garden!
"She would be very annoyed," he said to himself, "if she saw this..."She
would cough terribly and pretend to be dying, to avoid being laughed at. And I'd
have to pretend to be nursing her; otherwise, she'd really let herself die in order
to humiliate me."
And then he said to himself, "I thought I was rich because I had just one
flower, and all I own is an ordinary rose. That and my three volcanoes, which
come up to my knee, one of which may be permanently extinct. It doesn't make
me much of a prince..." And he lay down in the grass and wept.