← And look! You see the fields of wheat over there? 🔊✎
← I don’t eat bread. Wheat is no use to me.
← The wheat fields don’t remind me of anything, and that’s sad. 🔊✎
← The golden wheat will remind me of you. And I’ll love the sound of the wind in the wheat field…” The fox was quiet and looked at the little prince for a long time.
← “What I got out of it,” said the fox, “is the colour of the wheat.” 🔊✎