As each day passed I would learn, in our talk, something about the little prince's planet, his departure from it, his journey. The information would come very slowly, as itmight chance to fall from his thoughts. It was in this way that I heard,on the third day, about the catastrophe of the baobabs.
This time, once more, I had the sheep to thank for it. For the little prince asked me abruptly--as if seized by a grave doubt--"It is true, isn't it, that sheep eat littlebushes?"
"Yes, that is true."
"Ah! I am glad!"
I did not understand why it was so important that sheep should eat little bushes. But the little prince added:
"Then it follows that they also eat baobabs?"
I pointed out to the little prince that baobabs were not little bushes, but, on the contrary, trees as big as castles; and that even if he took a whole herd of elephants away withhim, the herd would not eat up one single baobab.
The idea of the herd of elephants made the little prince laugh.
"We would have to put them one on top of the other," he said.
But he made a wise comment:
"Before they grow so big, the baobabs start out by being little."
"That is strictly correct," I said. "But why do you want the sheep to eat the little baobabs?"
He answered me at once, "Oh, come, come!", as if he were speaking of something that was self-evident. And I was obliged to make a great mental effort to solve this problem,without any assistance.
Indeed, as I learned, there were on the planet where the little prince lived--as on all planets--good plants and bad plants. In consequence, there were good seeds from good plants,and bad seeds from bad plants. But seeds are invisible. They sleep deepin the heart of the earth's darkness, until some one among them isseized with the desire to awaken. Then this little seed will stretchitself and begin--timidly at first--to push a charming little spriginoffensively upward toward the sun. If it is only a sprout of radish orthe sprig of a rose-bush, one would let it grow wherever it might wish.But when it is a bad plant, one must destroy it as soon as possible,the very first instant that one recognizes it.
Now there were some terrible seeds on the planet that was the home of the little prince; and these were the seeds of the baobab. The soil of that planet was infested with them. Abaobab is something you will never, never be able to get rid of if youattend to it too late. It spreads over the entire planet. It bores clearthrough it with its roots. And if the planet is too small, and thebaobabs are too many, they split it in pieces . . .
"It is a question of discipline," the little prince said to me later on. "When you've finished your own toilet in the morning, then it is time to attend to the toilet of yourplanet, just so, with the greatest care. You must see to it that youpull up regularly all the baobabs, at the very first moment when theycan be distinguished from the rosebushes which they resemble so closelyin their earliest youth. It is very tedious work," the little princeadded, "but very easy."
And one day he said to me: "You ought to make a beautiful drawing, so that the children where you live can see exactly how all this is. That would be very useful to them ifthey were to travel some day. Sometimes," he added, "there is no harm inputting off a piece of work until another day. But when it is a matterof baobabs, that always means a catastrophe. I knew a planet that wasinhabited by a lazy man. He neglected three little bushes . . ."
So, as the little prince described it to me, I have made a drawing of that planet. I do not much like to take the tone of a moralist. But the danger of the baobabs is so littleunderstood, and such considerable risks would be run by anyone who mightget lost on an asteroid, that for once I am breaking through myreserve. "Children," I say plainly, "watch out for the baobabs!"
My friends, like myself, have been skirting this danger for a long time, without ever knowing it; and so it is for them that I have worked so hard over this drawing. The lessonwhich I pass on by this means is worth all the trouble it has cost me.
Perhaps you will ask me, "Why are there no other drawing in this book as magnificent and impressive as this drawing of the baobabs?"
The reply is simple. I have tried. But with the others I have not been successful. When I made the drawing of the baobabs I was carried beyond myself by the inspiring force ofurgent necessity.
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Great one!
Well done dear!
I was drowned in your gentle voice.
How much it has calmness in its heart.
And this nice melody helped it to be much more tuneful.
I've listened to this part several times.
Something is happening about this beautiful story for me…
It is going to be one of my favorite stories with all of these nice, memorable events.
Dear Sahar,
Actually I'm worried maybe my voice has only one- tone, monotone and the listener would get asleep..:) And you able to listen to it for several times, wow! I guess my narration is not bad at all! LOL!
I, is the one who should thank you dear for all your encouragement. In the other group I'm also doing this and keep doing it even without a listener 'cause it becomes part of my learning. And here? wow! just to see you that you are being with me in every part makes me realizes it's a lot better to have someone out there..:)
Yes..he is dear! Darius is wonderful host. And I really wish he is with us. And if it's not too much to ask, maybe he can give us his narration too. He is a very skillful in this field. I'd say a master. One of his masterpiece is when he recites the Allan Edgar Poem's "The Raven". One of my most favorite from him!
Mayumee dear
During my searching about people's name I've understand that Darius means "Rich and Kingly". It was Wikipedia's idea, and of course a splendid one.
But I thought that really it wasn't enough and complete for the one whom we know.
And adding a pun beside it can make it more complete:
Kingly & Kindly
Now, we can take a help from the second part and invite him here.
:)
Let's set an invitation in a way which, at least, deserves a little with his great ability.
Dear Darius
In the first let us thank you for all of your hospitability, and kindness.
Surely being silent about all these events that you were seeing in your page doesn't mean inattentive about them. It was very nice of you and by helping from Wikipedia it can be said a majestic one which deserves admiring.
Now, please let us invite you to have your art here.
It will be a big pleasure for us if you accept our simple invitation with your magnanimity.
Best Regards
"The little prince's friends""
Wow! What a great invitation card dear Sahar!
Hope it finds the way to melt the heart of our Kind Darius..:)
and be here with us soon.
Oh!!
Dear Mayumee!
How easy you will be satisfied!
Now, it's clear that if one wants to ask you something which way must be used :)
Dear Mayumee
I was thinking about Darius…
Our dear host,
Every day he opens his page, he sees our conversation here.
All of these events, about the little prince, are happening in his home in EC.
He is very nice host. We must thank him.
But, I wonder why don't we invite him here?!
He has a unique ability in this field.
Let's ask him to give us a pleasure and let us have his art here.
In additional to its greatness, surely it'll be so instructive too.
As u mentioned we have to remove the weeds & the pests in our nice farm,heart,to obtain & keep the fertile one.
BUT,
sometimes,on the way of our toil,we are tempted into not doing effort,caz what causes to make these impediments r really tempting !
Have u paid attention that all things that r prohibited,r so appealing!!
Of course,always there exists a struggle between vice & virtue !
Our hearts could be such as a farm, a fertile farm.God's planted his best seeds in our farms in six days.We should maintain it to get the best yield. There are so many pest, disease and weeds there. Each one is trying to be alive and capturing all area of our farm. All these malicious things at first are so small . A small insect , a very small seed of weed or very very small bacterium or fungi . They need our permission to propagate and make themselves resident there.
As Zig Zillar's said " No one can humiliate you unless you've got its permission "
If you get them this permission you can't get the best yield and it's our negligence . So we should gather some information about pests and all those ways that we can remove them
and we should know those pests have got deep strong roots too. each moment when we are thinking about them carelessly they are developing their roots drawing in fertility of our farm.
One of our poets has said " Yes ! life is beautiful . It is such as fire place of a zoroastrian temple. If you inflame it every one can see its flame everywhere but if you don't it would be cold and it is our negligence "
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