The Little Prince
Once upon a time, there was a little prince. He lived with his mother and his father, who were the king and queen of the Slanza territories, and his two older brothers. He always wondered what it was like to have a friend, just like everyone else. He dreamed about it all the time, but he could never quite imagine it. He asked his parents, “When will I meet a friend?” They would always say, “You don’t need a friend. You already have all the riches and power in the world.” He despised them when they said that.
One day when he was looking out the window of his bedroom, he noticed what appeared to be a large tower way off in the distance. Although he squinted his eyes, he could not see it clearly. Something had always been there but he had never given it much thought. Now he wondered if someone might live there. Keeping that thought in mind, he lay back down in bed and let himself drift off into a peaceful, quiet sleep.
When the prince awakened in the morning, the first thing he did was bathe. He had always loved bath time because his bathroom had a great view of the “world beyond”. He stepped into the warm bath and said “Aaaah!” He looked out of the bathroom window. Once again he saw the shape that appeared to be a tower and again wondered, “Who lives there?” He sat on that thought for a while.
After a busy day of many princely activities, all performed alone, the little prince asked his mother if he could do a little bit of reading before going to bed. As soon as she said “yes”, he went up to his room to read. He lived to read with all of his heart. Whenever he had a free moment, he would run up to his bedroom and read his leather-backed books. While he was reading an intriguing book, he thought he heard a noise—a whimper or some sobbing perhaps. “That must be my imagination”, he thought, and went back to his book. He read peacefully for a few more minutes, when the sobbing started up again. This time, he was a little bit more curious. He jumped out of his bed and ran out the door. “I need to use father’s telescope”, he said quietly to himself. He ran down the long corridors to his father’s bedchamber. He opened the squeaky door. The old king snorted in his sleep. The little prince tip-toed across the cold, wooden floor. When he reached his father’s book shelf, he looked up to the very top shelf where his prized telescope sat. He got on his tippy-toes to try to reach the telescope. “So close!” he grunted. With a final stretch, he got his little hand around the brass telescope. “Wow!” he said. “It’s beautiful.” He took one look at the king and ran out the door.
When he got back to his bedchamber, he opened the telescope up to its full length. He aimed the scope out the window and put his eye to it. “So, it is a tower!” he remarked. He could now see that old stone tower that sat on top of the hill. As he peered through the telescope, he saw a light come on in the top window of the tower. He...