LITTLE PRINCE

High over the city, on a tall section, stood the sculpture of the Happy Prince. He was overlaid done with meager leaves of fine gold, for eyes he had two dazzling sapphires, and an enormous red ruby gleamed on his blade handle. He was especially respected without a doubt. "He is pretty much as delightful as a weathercock," commented one of the Town Councilors who wished to acquire a standing for having imaginative preferences; "just not exactly so valuable," he added, dreading in case individuals should think him unconventional, which he truly was most certainly not.

"For what reason wouldn't you be able to resemble the Happy Prince?" requested a reasonable mother from her son who was sobbing for the moon. "The Happy Prince never fantasies about weeping for anything."

"I'm happy there is somebody on the planet who is very glad," murmured a baffled man as he looked at the brilliant sculpture.

"He looks actually like a heavenly messenger," said the Charity Children as they emerged from the house of prayer in their dazzling red shrouds and their perfect white pinafores.

"How would you know?" said the Mathematical Master, "you have never seen one."

"Ok! yet, we have, in our fantasies," addressed the youngsters; and the Mathematical Master glared and looked extremely serious, for he didn't endorse of kids dreaming.

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