The Little Doctor
(Adapted from the Little Prince by Antoine De Saint-Exupery)
(You should read the original when you get a chance it's a charming book.)
Chapter 1
A very long time ago, I was a child. I was very fascinated with nature, and spent a large amount of my time exploring my grandparents' back yard.
My grandfather was an avid National Geographic collector and I'd pour upon his shelves full of the yellow magazines for hours. I wrote stories of how I'd travel to these foreign lands and meet many historical figures. I had even made a ten-page book, chronicling my adventures…complete with color drawings.
I showed it to my mum, dad, and any grown-up I met actually. But, they'd only laugh saying things like, "If only he'd put that kind of effort into his studies…"
However, there was this one stranger I showed it to with a funny looking bow tie and high-water pants. He smiled genuinely at each of the ten pages and laughed every now and then.
When he finished he closed my paper book, looked me in the eye, and said, "That was the most imaginative book I've read in a long time. Would you mind if I kept it?"
I only shook my head no due to my complete shock and excitement. He patted me on the head and walked away. He seemed to carry a deep sadness in his gait. He was the only grown-up who ever seemed to understand.
Many years later I had forgotten about the kind grown-up as I had been discouraged from writing by everyone else. That is why, at the age of ten, I abandoned my career as a storybook writer.
I had to choose another career, and I learned to pilot airplanes. I have flown almost everywhere in the world. As a matter of fact, geography was actually useful. I could tell China from Arizona at first glance, which is very useful if you get lost at night.
So, at the ripe age of thirty, I have spent lots of time with grown-ups. I have seen them at close range…which hasn't much improved my opinion of them. Whenever I encountered a grown-up who reminded me of the bow-tie man from all those years ago, I would show him one of my other paper books. I wanted to see if he really understood. But he would always answer, "Your kid did that?" Then, I would have to answer that I didn't have a kid, and I would put myself on his level and talk about bridge and golf and politics and neckties. And the grown-up was glad to know such a reasonable person.
First Chapter, hope you enjoy...
Thanks!
~Nyanora
