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" It's not worth it... "

The well we reached did not resemble the Saharan wells. The Saharan wells are simple holes dug in the sand. This one resembled a village well. But there was no village there, and I thought I was dreaming.

"It's strange," I said to the little prince, "everything is ready: the pulley, the bucket and the rope ..."

He laughed, touched the rope, and pulled the pulley. And the pulley moaned as an old weathervane moaned when the wind had long slept.

"You hear," said the little prince, "we awaken this well and sings ..."

I did not want him to make an effort:

"Let me do it," I said, "it's too heavy for you. "

Slowly I hoisted the bucket up to the curb. I installed him there plumb. In my ears was the song of the pulley, and in the still trembling water I saw the sun shaking.

"I am thirsty for that water," said the little prince, "give me something to drink."

And I understood what he had been looking for!

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