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Sorry for the delay, the adapter to my computer decided to stop working so I needed to wait for a new one.
Thank you's today go to PastaWar 19. The story today is "The Little Prince" by Antoine de Saint Exupery. The characters are as follows: England as the main boy (the story is written from his point of view), Sealand as the little prince, and various others with minor roles.
The little prince Sealand
When I was six years old I saw a picture of a boa eating a small animal. This caused me to decide to draw a picture of a boa after eating an elephant, but when I showed it to my brothers and asked them if they were afraid they asked, "Why would we be afraid of a hat?"
I then decided to redraw the picture so that they could see what the boa had eaten. In response my brothers told me to stay away from drawing boas, their outsides or insides, and focus more on grammar and manners and such.
After that I did as they said and stopped going down the career of an artist. Instead I became a pilot, but one day while I was flying by myself a problem arouse with my engine; causing me to land in a desert far away from any help with only enough supplies to last me a week. I worked on the engine the rest of that day, and when the day ended I fell asleep exhausted.
The next day I awoke to find a small person next to me asking me to draw him a sheep. At first I tried to explain to the lad that I only knew how to draw boa constrictors, but due to his constant persisting I drew him a sheep. He was not happy with this sheep however and told me to draw another. This continued for several times until I got annoyed and instead drew a box and told him that the sheep was inside it. This pleased him and he stared happily at it. That was my first meeting with the being which is known as Sealand.
During the next several days, Sealand would visit me and I would learn quite a bit from him. I learned that he lived on a planet scarcely bigger than himself, what the planet was like and how dangerous things can be for him. If he was not careful his planet could be destroyed by only a few trees' roots and that for a long time his only entertainment was looking at sunrises.
On the fifth day he visited me while I was still working on the engine. At the time I was running low on water and was beginning to fear the worst. Sealand however was more preoccupied by questioning me about what use thorns were for a plant if sheep will eat them anyways.
As he kept on with this I at last told him that the flowers simply had thorns for spite. Sealand did not like this answer however and began to argue with me about it. At last I told him that it was the first answer that came to my mind and that I was busy. In response he told me that I talked just like all the other grown-ups. He was still very angry and told me that if sheep will eat a flower even if it has thorns then his own unique little flower on his planet will be eaten. The thought of this brought him to tears, so I placed my tools down and tried my best to comfort him; telling him that I would draw him whatever was needed to protect his flower from his sheep.
Sealand told me of the flower he was fearful for, how she was vain and in the beginning treated him badly, but how she confessed her love for him before he left. When he left he found a man called Russia who claimed to be ruler of everything he could see, and for a long moment he was amazed by the king. His amazement left however when he learned that while he was ruler of all that land, he still had no subject to rule over; so Sealand left.
The next place he visited was lived on by a strange man called France, who earnestly asked Sealand to admire and adore him. Seeing nothing wrong with this, Sealand said he would and left.
On and on he continued to visit the other planets. On one planet he met a man who tried to drink away his shame of drinking, on another he met a man who never seemed to stop counting the star he claimed to own, and a man who was ordered to turn on and off a street lamp every morning and evening with a day lasting only a minute.
After visiting these planets, Sealand came to one that was run by a geologist called America. America asked Sealand to describe where he came from, and also told him that his precious flower was in danger of dying. When Sealand heard this he asked where he should go next. It was then that America told him that he should visit earth.
When Sealand reached earth, he landed in the deserts of Africa and met a kindly snake who talked in riddles. The snake then told him that if he ever needed to get home he could take him there. Sealand however left the snake and began to look for the people who lived on the planet. As he walked he crossed the large desert and came to a mountain range. Here he decided to climb up to the top where he saw nothing but rocks and peaks, and when he called out he heard no answer other than his last words.
After leaving the mountains he came to roads which lead to a garden filled with rose bushes which looked just like his flower from his house. at seeing them and everything else on this planet he came to the idea that his planet was not as great as he thought it was, with only three mountains which went up to his knees and a common rose. Thinking about all of this made him cry.
A fox then came by him, who taught him what it meant to tame and be tamed. After learning this, Sealand turned back to the roses and told them that they were nothing like his precious flower back on his planet.
Soon Sealand began to find different people. He found a man who was envious of the children he saw, and another who sold pills which saved you the time of needing to drink.
It had been eight days since I had crashed, and it was on that day that he told me the story of the pills and that I ran out of water. Upon telling Sealand that I would soon die of thirst, he told me that he at least still had a friend and that he was also thirsty. So the two of us began our search for a well. After several hours had passed and it was night, we finally stopped to rest. As we rested, Sealand began to comment on how beautiful the desert and it's night sky was. He then asked me what it was that made them so beautiful. In response I told him that it was because they hold something that was invisible to us. He liked this answer, and soon afterwards fell asleep.
When I was sure he was asleep, I took him into my arms and once again began my search for a well. As I walked I could not help myself but feel as if this little boy was the greatest treasure on Earth. After hours of walking, the dawn began to come and I saw a well.
We drank from the well and were given fresh strength. Sealand then asked to see the picture I had drawn for him, and laughed at each crude drawing. He then told me that it would soon be the one year anniversary of his landing here. He also told me that I had to go back to my plane and fix it, and return the next day.
The next evening I returned to the spot to see Sealand from a distance sitting on a ruined wall talking to something I could not see. As he talked I heard him ask the invisible being if he would suffer much after taking its poison. I then noticed that what he was talking to was a snake, which then crawled into a hiding place as I tried to grab my gun.
Cursing, I went for Sealand to find him with a grave, pale face. I then asked him why he was talking to a snake when he told me that he was happy my plane was fixed and that I could go home. Indeed my plane was fixed, but I did not know how he knew that. Before I could ask, he told me that he was going home too, but that his way to get home was more difficult.
I held onto him closely as he continued by saying that he his sheep and its box and muzzle. He then gave me a sad smile before laughing, and I knew that I would never hear that laugh again. I beg him to laugh again, to tell me that it was just a bad dream. He laughed again and said many things to comfort me. He then at last told me that later that night I should not see him off, for it will look as if he was suffering.
That night before he left, I went to see him. He told me that it was a mistake for me to come, but I did not agree with him. He spoke to me until he began to cry and his star was over head. Then the snake came again and bit his ankle. In less than a minute Sealand was lying in the sand.
The next day I returned home in my plane, and for six years I told no one of what happened. During those six years I could not help but worry about Sealand, so as a way to comfort myself I decided to write this story.
The end
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