Let the tigers come with their claws!” “There are no tigers on my planet,” the little prince objected. “And, anyway, tigers do not eat weeds.” “I am not a weed,” the flower replied, sweetly. “Please excuse me.”
Then one morning, exactly at sunrise, she suddenly showed herself. She yawned and said: “Ah! I am scarcely awake. I think that you will excuse me. My petals are still all disarranged.”