The little prince’s rusty sprinkling can was empty. His planet suffered a terrible drought.

His rose was withered in the flower pot he had put her in.

Gazing at his dying rose, the little prince wept. Three or four of his sugary tears fell into the pot, watering the rose…

I was so impressed by the little prince’s romance with his rose that I kept thinking about it after I closed the book… One more part shall follow on Friday!  Meanwhile, check Part One.