The little prince crossed the desert and met with only a solitary flower. It was a flower with three petals, a flower of no importance.

'Good day,' said the prince.

'Good day,' said the flower.

'Where are the people?' the little prince asked, politely. The flower had once seen a desert caravan pass by.

'The people? There are some, I believe — maybe six or seven. I caught sight of them, several years back. But one never knows where to find them. The wind drives them hither and thither. You see, they have no roots, which makes life very difficult for them.'

'Goodbye.' said the little prince.

'Goodbye,' said the flower.