I Cannot Play with You, The Fox said. I am not Tamed.

However, The Little Prince, having walked for a long time through The Desert, the rocks and the snow, at last came upon a road. 

And all roads lead to Men. 

"Good-morning"  he said, coming upon a garden full of roses. 

“Good-morning,” said the roses. 

The Little Prince gazed at them. They all resembled his flower. 

“Who are you?” he asked in amazement. 

“We are roses, " said the roses. 

“Oh!” exclaimed The Little Prince. And he was suddenly overcome with sadness. His flower had told him that she was the only one of her kind in the universe. 

And here were 5000 of them, all alike, in one single garden! 

“She would be rather resentful,” he thought to himself, “if she could see this.. She would cough and cough and pretend she was dying so as to avoid being thought ridiculous. 

And I would have to pretend to nurse her, for otherwise she would really let herself die... in order to humiliate me.”

And he said to himself once again : “I thought I was rich, with a flower unique in the world, whereas in fact all I had was a common rose. 

That, and my three volcanoes which came up to my knees, of which one is perhaps extinct forever . . that doesn't make me a very great Prince.” 

And, lying in the grass, he cried. 

•••• 

Chapter 21

− the little prince befriends the fox

It was then that a fox appeared. "Good morning," said the fox.

"Good morning," the little prince responded politely, although when he turned around he saw nothing.

"I am right here," the voice said, "under the apple tree."

"Who are you?" asked the little prince, and added, "You are very pretty to look at."

"I am a fox," said the fox.

"Come and play with me," proposed the little prince. "I am so unhappy."

"I cannot play with you," the fox said. "I am not tamed."

"Ah! Please excuse me," said the little prince.

But, after some thought, he added:

"What does that mean−− 'tame'?"

"You do not live here," said the fox. "What is it that you are looking for?"

"I am looking for men," said the little prince. "What does that mean−− 'tame'?"

"Men," said the fox. "They have guns, and they hunt. It is very disturbing. They also raise chickens. These are their only interests. Are you looking for chickens?"

"No," said the little prince. "I am looking for friends. What does that mean−− 'tame'?"

"It is an act too often neglected," said the fox. “It means to establish ties."

"'To establish ties'?"

"Just that," said the fox. "To me, you are still nothing more than a little boy who is just like a hundred thousand other little boys. 

And I have no need of you. 

And you, on your part, have no need of me. 

To you, I am nothing more than a fox like a hundred thousand other foxes. 

But if you tame me, then we shall need each other. To me, you will be unique in all the world. To you, I shall be unique in all the world..."

"I am beginning to understand," said the little prince. "There is a flower... 

I think that she has tamed me..."

 "It is possible," said the fox. "On the Earth one sees all sorts of things." 

"Oh, but this is not on the Earth!" said the little prince.

The fox seemed perplexed, and very curious.

"On another planet?"

"Yes."

"Are there hunters on this planet?"

"No."

"Ah, that is interesting! Are there chickens?" 

"No."

"Nothing is perfect," sighed the fox.

But he came back to his idea.

"My life is very monotonous," the fox said. "I hunt chickens; men hunt me. 

All the chickens are just alike, and all the men are just alike. 

And, in consequence, I am a little bored. 

But if you tame me, it will be as if the sun came to shine on my life. 

I shall know the sound of a step that will be different from all the others. 

Other steps send me hurrying back underneath the ground. 

Yours will call me, like music, out of my burrow. 

And then look: you see the grain−fields down yonder? I do not eat bread. Wheat is of no use to me. The wheat fields have nothing to say to me. And that is sad. 

But you have hair that is the colour of gold. 

Think how wonderful that will be when you have tamed me! 

The grain, which is also golden, will bring me back the thought of you. And I shall love to listen to the wind in the wheat..."

The fox gazed at the little prince, for a long time. "Please−− tame me!" he said.

"I want to, very much," the little prince replied. "But I have not much time. I have friends to discover, and a great many things to understand."

"One only understands the things that one tames," said the fox. "Men have no more time to understand anything. They buy things all ready made at the shops. But there is no shop anywhere where one can buy friendship, and so men have no friends any more. 

If you want a friend, tame me..."

"What must I do, to tame you?" asked the little prince.

"You must be very patient," replied the fox. "First you will sit down at a little distance from me−− like that−− in the grass. 

I shall look at you out of the corner of my eye, and you will say nothing. 

Words are the source of misunderstandings. 

But you will sit a little closer to me, every day..."

The next day the little prince came back.

"It would have been better to come back at the same hour," said the fox. "If, for example, you come at four o'clock in the afternoon, then at three o'clock I shall begin to be happy. 

I shall feel happier and happier as the hour advances. 

At four o'clock, I shall already be worrying and jumping about. I shall show you how happy I am! 

But if you come at just any time, I shall never know at what hour my heart is to be ready to greet you... One must observe the proper rites..."

"What is a rite?" asked the little prince.

"Those also are actions too often neglected," said the fox. "They are what make one day different from other days, one hour from other hours. 

There is a rite, for example, among my hunters. 

Every Thursday they dance with the village girls. So Thursday is a wonderful day for me! I can take a walk as far as the vineyards. 

But if the hunters danced at just any time, every day would be like every other day, and I should never have any holiday at all."

Thus it was that the little prince tamed the fox. And when the time came for his departure, the fox said: "Oh! …. I shall cry.”

“It is your own fault,' said the little prince. 'I wished you no harm but you wanted me to tame you.' 

"Yes, indeed,' said the fox. 

“But you are going to cry!” said the little prince. 

“That is so”, said the fox. 

'Then it has not helped you in any way!”

“It has helped me,” said The Fox, “because of the colour of the wheatfields.”

Then he added: 'Go and have another look at the roses. 

And you will understand that yours is indeed unique in all the world. 

Then you will come back to say goodbye to me and I shall tell you a secret as a gift.”

The little prince went off to look at the roses again. 

“None of you is at all like my rose. As yet you are nothing,” he said to them. 

“Nobody has tamed you and you have tamed no one. 

You are like my fox when I first encountered him. He was just a fox like a hundred thousand other foxes. 

But I made him my friend and now he is unique in the world.”

And the roses were greatly embarrassed. 

“You are beautiful but you are empty,” he continued. “One cannot die for you. 

To be sure, an ordinary passer-by would believe that my very own rose looked just like you, but she is far more important than all of you because she is the one I have watered. 

And it is she that I have placed under a glass dome.

And it is she that I have sheltered behind a screen. 

And it is for her that I have killed the caterpillars (except for the two or three saved to become butterflies). 

And it is she I have listened to complaining or boasting or sometimes remaining silent. 

Because she is My Rose." 

And he went back to The Fox. 'Goodbye,' he said. 

"Goodbye," said The Fox. "Now here is my secret. 

It is very simple. 

It is only with one's heart that one can see clearly. 

What is essential is invisible to the eye. 

"What is essential is invisible to the eye", the little prince repeated, so as to be sure to remember. 

It is the time you lavished on Your Rose which makes Your Rose so important. 

"It is the time that I lavished on my rose " said the little prince, so as to be sure to remember. 

"Men have forgotten this Basic Truth,' said The Fox. “But you must not forget it. 

For what you have tamed, you become responsible to forever."

You are responsible for Your Rose."

"I am responsible for My Rose.”, The Little Prince repeated, so as to be sure to remember.