-Where are the others? What others? -The other hunters. there's no one here with me. please play with me, I won't harm you... -Then why do you have a gun? I don't have a gun! -you must have a gun, you're a human being. I'm from another planet. -are there guns on your planet? no. -really? Uhm... are there hunters on your planet? no. -any chickens? no. -oh well. nothings perfect. Let's play hide and seek. -I can't play with you, I'm not tamed. what do you mean tamed? cant you stay put? I'm getting dizzy! -sorry! I just don't wish to be extinct! you mean if I move you would disappear again? -of course! why? -you're a human being, I'm a fox! I hunt chickens, you hunt foxes! but i don't! -you're a human being, and you also lie. but i don't lie! -then you're inhuman. -to be tamed... let me know before you move. -let's see if this would fair it up. underneath the prince, you're a little boy. just like a million and a half other boys. I'm a fox, just like a million and a half other foxes. -but if you tame me... i won't be like other foxes, and you won't be like other boys. i will be unique to you, and you will be unique to me. Do you understand? sort of... where are you? -You moved! I'm sorry... it won't happen again! -i have a very monotonous life. i hunt chicken, men hunt me. they came, i hide, they leave, i come out. that's all. -but if you tamed me, everything would be different. even the wheat fields... wait... fields? -of course! i don't like bread, and wheat is the color of gold. like your hair. if you tame me, i would start to care about the wheat, because it would remind me of you! after i tamed him, we stayed together for quite a while. but then one day, i had to say goodbye. -i think I'm going to cry. i didn't want to make you unhappy. but you asked me to tame you. -i know. and i hadn't done you much good, have i? its all been a waste of time. -oh? because you wasted so much time on me, you made me feel very important. but now i feel sort of responsible for you. -i should've warned you that would've happened. you always feel responsible for what you've tamed. the moment he said that, i understood everything. he wasn't like any other foxes in the world anymore. i tamed him, and now he's unique, at least to me. and my flower arent like those other flowers, cause i fetched her a screen and put a glass bowl over her at night, and listened when she grumbled, and now she was my rose. and I'm responsible for her, and i had to go back and take care of her.