A young boy stared up upon the stars above; it would be some time before he witnessed his own star in the sky, his own little planet. With him, a rose, a fox, and the picture of a sheep. It is believed that he once more took advantage of the migration of a flock of wild birds. Many leagues had he walked, and he sat upon the desert sand now, still no sign of the pilot he had once met. Life is full of expectations, but it is rare that those expectations are met. The little man stared upon the heavens above. Throughout the stars the boy heard the tinkering of a plane engine; if only he could see the plane that he heard flying across the evening sky. The stars, like lanterns, twinkled and lulled the boy into deep, yet somehow restless sleep. In his box, the sheep fell silent and asleep, and the rose drank of her small vase, the rationed water, and closed her petals for the eve. The fox, nocturnal, guarded this little boy, this prince, as he slept: diligent, and tamed, responsible.
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hehehehe, really cute story!
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oh well
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