Little Prince

Author: Saint-Exupéry
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Publish Date: 2006-08-01
Features: It was an rainy evening, I sat on the windowsill, looking through the glass, listening to the rain outside hitting the flagstone ground, making a pleasant sound. I was only six years old then, and I was reading a book called "The True Story," which described the mysterious story of the jungle. I was engrossed in it, not only because of the vivid and interesting narration but also because I saw a wonderful illustration. It was of a python with its mouth wide open, devouring a huge beast.
Slowly, I was completely captivated by the book's fascinating description, forgetting the little rain outside and the aroma of the small desserts my mother had made. At that moment, I came across a shocking passage about the python. The book wrote: "These pythons swallow their prey whole without chewing and become immobile afterward; they need a long six-month sleep to digest the food."
That book filled me with all kinds of strange fantasies about the jungle—the python that ate beasts, the red toad with its belly, and the green lizard, as well as all kinds of beautiful butterflies.
So, I took out my colored pencils and drew my own pictures, which was myth work. It was like this—a python that had just swallowed an elephant, lying motionless as it digested its meal.
I was very satisfied with my work and showed this masterpiece to adults, asking them if my painting scared them.
They replied, "What's scary about a hat?"
I felt disappointed. They couldn't understand my painting, thinking the python I drew was just a hat. But what I painted was not a hat but an interesting story—a python digesting an elephant.
So, I drew the elephant inside the python's belly again, so the adults could understand. Alas! These adults always needed explanations, and I had no choice but to draw another one. But my secondth work had a similar fate.