The little prince climbed a high mountain. The only mountains he had ever known were the three volcanoes, which came up to his knees. And the extinct volcano used to serve him as a footstool. 'From a mountain as high as this,' he therefore said to himself, I'll be able to see the whole planet at a glance, and all the people? But he could see nothing, except the peaks of some rocks, as sharp as needles.

'Good day.' he said, just in case.

'Good day ... good day ... good day ...' answered the echo.

'Who are you?' said the little prince.

'Who are you ... who are you ... who are you ...' replied the echo.

'Be my friends, I am all alone.' he said.

'I am all alone ... all alone ... all alone ...' replied the echo.

'What a peculiar planet!' he thought to himself. 'It is all dried up, full of sharp points, and very salty. And the people have no imagination. They repeat whatever you say to them. On my planet I had a flower: she was always the first to speak.'