The Little Prince (Metaichmio Publications)

But my little man didn't seem lost or scared or dead from fatigue, hunger and thirst. He looked nothing like a lost child in the desert, miles and miles away from the world. When I finally found my tongue, I managed to blurt out:
- But... what are you doing over here?
Then he repeated to me word for word as if he were talking about something very serious:
- Please... draw me a little sheep...