“Who are you? Who are you? Who are you?” the echo answered.
“Let’s be friends, I am lonely,” he said.
“I am lonely, I am lonely, I am lonely,” the echo answered.
“This is a strange planet!” he thought. “It’s dry and hard. And people here have no imagination. They repeat whatever you say to them. On my planet I had a flower. She always spoke first.”
The little prince was walking for a long time through sand and rocks, and then he finally discovered a road. And all roads lead to people.
“Good morning,” he said. He was standing before a garden full of roses.
“Good morning,” said the roses.
The little prince was looking at them carefully. They all looked like his flower. He was surprised.
“Who are you?” he asked. “We are roses,” the roses said.
“Ah!” said the little prince. And he felt very unhappy. His flower told him that she was the only flower of her kind in the whole universe. And here were five thousand of them, all the same, in only one garden!
“I thought I was rich because I had this one special flower. But actually I had only a normal rose. So I have a normal rose and three volcanoes which are as high as my knees. It isn’t much. I think that I’m not a very great prince,” he thought.
And, he was lying in the grass and he was very sad.