The little prince walked across the desert to only meet a plant – a flower with three petals.
‘Hello,’ said the little prince.
‘Greetings,’ said the flower.
‘Where are all the people?’ the little prince asked politely.
The flower had once seen a caravan go past.
‘People?’ she echoed. ‘I think there are about six or seven of them. I saw them many years ago. But no one knows where to find them. They are blown about by the winds. They have no roots, and this causes them many problems.’
‘Goodbye,’ said the little prince.
‘Goodbye,’ said the flower.