I, for instance, am very glad to have had a fox as a friend . . ."
"He has no way of guessing the danger," I said to myself.
"He has never been either hungry or thirsty. A little sunshine is all he needs . . ."
But he looked at me steadily, and replied to my thought: "I am thirsty, too. Let us look for a well . . ."
I made a gesture of weariness.
It is absurd to look for a well, at random, in the immensity of the desert.
But nevertheless we started walking.
When we had trudged along for several hours, in silence, the darkness fell, and the stars began to come out.
Thirst had made me a little feverish, and I looked at them as if I were in a dream.
The little prince's last words came reeling back into my memory: "Then you are thirsty, too?" I demanded.