As each day passed I learned, in our talk, something about the little prince’s planet and his departure from it, his journey. The information came very slowly. On the third day I heard about the catastrophe of the baobabs.
This time, once more, I thanked the sheep for it. For the little prince asked me abruptly:
“It is true, isn’t it, that sheep eat little bushes?”
“Yes, that is true.”
“Ah! I am glad!”
I did not understand why it was so important that sheep can eat little bushes. But the little prince added:
“Do they also eat baobabs?”
I noted that baobabs were not little bushes, but, on the contrary, were trees as big as castles; and that even if he takes a whole herd of elephants away with him, the herd cannot eat up one single baobab.
The idea of the herd of elephants made the little prince laugh.