There was a man. The Little Prince had noticed him, he was crouched beside a broken machine.

The boy was ecstatic. His first friend, was all the way over there. He approached, a small smile on his face.

The man looked like a grownup, but he still looked like he understood the world. He watched the man as he collapsed in exhaustion against a wall of sand.

The Little Prince walked up to the man. “Can you draw me a sheep?” He asks.