Words I Wish I Wrote: Please… Tame Me

It's a bit long, but really worth reading it...
BEAUtiful...

It was then that the fox appeared.
“Good morning,” said the fox.
“Good morning,” the little prince answered polietly, though when he turned around he saw nothing.
“I’m here,” the voice said. “Under the apple tree.”
“Who are you?” the little prince asked. You’re very pretty…”
“I am a fox,” said the fox.
“Come play with me,” said the little prince. “I am feeling so sad.”
“I can’t play with you,” the fox said. “I’m not tamed.”
“Ah! Excuse me,” said the little prince. But upon reflection he added, “What does tamed mean?”
“You’re not from around here,” the fox said. “What are you looking for?”
“I’m looking for people,” said the little prince. “What does tamed mean?”
“People,” said the fox, “have guns and they hunt. It is quite troublesome. And they also raise chickens. That’s the only interesting thing about them. Are you looking for chickens?”
“No,” said the little prince, “I’m looking for freinds. What does tamed mean?”
“It’s something that’s been too often neglected. It means, ‘to create ties’…”
“‘To create ties’?’
“That’s right,” the fox said. “For me you’re only a little boy just like a hundred thousand other little boys. And I have no need of you. And you have no need of me, either. For you I am only a fox like a hundred thousand other foxes. But if you tamed me, we’ll need each other. You’ll be the only boy in the world for me. I’ll be the only fox in the world for you…”
“I’m beginning to understand,” the little prince said. “There is a flower… I think she has tamed me…”
“Possibly,” said the fox. “On Earth, one sees all kinds of things.”
“Oh, this isn’t on Earth,” the little prince said.
The fox seemed quite intrigued. “On another planet?”
“Yes.”
“Are there hunters on that planet?”
“No.”
“Now that’s interesting. And chickens?”
“No.”
“Nothing’s perfect,” sighed the fox But he returned to his idea. “My life is monotonous. I hunt chickens; people hunt me. All chichens are just alike, and all men are just alike. So I am rather bored. But if you tame me, my life will be filled with sunshine. I’ll know the sound of footsteps that will be different from all the rest. Other footsteps send me back underground. Yours will call me out of my burrow like music. And then, look! You see the wheat fields over there? I don’t eat bread. For me wheat is of no use whatever. Wheat fields say nothing to me. Which is sad. But you have hair the color of fold. So it will be wonderful, once you’ve tamed me, the wheat, which is golden, will remind me of you. And I’ll love the sound of the wind in the wheat…”
The fox fell silent and stared at the little prince for a long while. “Please… tame me!” he said.
“I’d like to,” the little prince replied, “but I haven’t much time. I have friends to find and so many things to learn.”
“The only things you learn are the things you tame,” said the fox. “People haven’t time to learn anything. They buy things ready-made in stores. But since there are no stores where you can buy friends, people no longer have friends. If you want a friend, tame me!”
“What will I have to do?” asked the little prince.
“You have to be very patient.” the fox answered. “First you’ll sit down a little ways away from me, over there in the grass. I’ll watch you out of the corner of my eye, and you wond say anything. Languange is the sourse of misunderstandings. But day by fay, you’ll be able to sit a little closer…”
The next day the little prince returned.
“It would have been better to return at the same time,”the fox said. “For instance, if you come at four in the afternoon, I’ll begin to be happy by three. The closer it gets to four, the happier I’ll feel. By four I’ll be all excited and worried; I’ll discover what it costs to be happy! But if you come at any old time, I’ll never know when i should prepare my heart… There must be rites.”
“What is a rite?” asked the little prince.
“That is another thing that’s been too often neglected,” said the fox. “Ot’s the fact that one day is fiddernt from the other days, one hour different from the other hours. My hunters, for example, have a rite. They dance with the villiage girls on Thursdays. Sn Thursday’s a wonderfull day: I can take a stroll all the way to the vineyards. If the hunders danced whenever they chose, the days would all be just alike, and I’d have no holiday at all.”
That was how the little prince tamed the fox.