Being Little Prince (of responsibility)

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Then the fox appeared. Hello, she said. Hello, little prince responded politely. Turned, but nothing nevidel.Jsem here, under the apple trees, said the voice.

Who are you? asked the little prince. You too hezkaJsem fox, the fox said. Come play with me, her little prince proposed. I am so sad I can talk to you play, argued fox. I am not ochocena.O, sorry, little Prince said.

While thinking and then he added: What does it mean to domesticate? You are not local, said the fox, what are you looking for? I'm looking for people, little Prince said. What is tame? People, said the fox, have guns and hunts animals. This is very unpleasant. They grow the chickens. It's their only interest. Looking for chicken?

No, little Prince said. I'm looking for friends. What does it mean to domesticate? It is something to forget as much, answered the fox. It means to establish ties create bonds? But, said the fox.You have for me little boy like hundreds of small boys. I don 't need you and you don' t need me too. I am for you just like hundreds fox foxes. But when I ochocis, we need one another. You for me only in the world, and I turn to you only begin to understand the world, little Prince said. I know one kvetinumyslim that me ochocila This is possible, added a fox. On Earth, it can be seen vselicos Oh, this is not on Earth, little Prince said. Seemed to raise the curiosity fox: On another planet? Yes. They are on the planet hunters? None. Oh, this is interesting! A hen? Also no.

Nothing is perfect, povzdychla fox. But back to your idea:

My life is uneventful. Chasing hens and people chase me.All hens are similar to each other and people are similar. Therefore little bored. But if you ochocis me, my life will be like prozaren sun. I know the sound of steps, which will be different than everyone else. Other steps zahaneji me under the ground. But you move me like music elicit from the lair. And then, look! See tamhleta cereal box? I don 't eat the bread. Grain is unnecessary for me. Cereal box nepripominaji me nothing. And this is sad. But you have golden hair. It will be really beautiful, to me ochocis. Gold grain you will remember me. And I will love the swish of wind in the corn Liska were silent a long time looking at Little Prince.

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