The Little Prince

Terrible Public Relations

Right in the middle of riding fast down a large dune, the horse suddenly froze silent.

Poison Snakes went off screaming furiously:
“Sand in the carburetor!! Exactly what I need right now! You stupid madafaka horse!!!”

He kicked the horse’s leg fiercely. Of course it did not unclog the carburetor. Typical of characters like Snakes to attack the wrong target...

He was still standing and watching the silent horse when a tiny, delicate voice appeared behind him: “If you please… draw me a sheep.”

He turned back, as mad as hell. There was a boy standing there, dressed in prince costume. His cloak waved in the wind and all, but the cloth was synthetic and the seams cheap. A tasty-looking though kinda cheap kid.

But Snakes was not hungry.

“GET OFF MY SIGHT BEFORE I BITE YO MAMA’S ASS!!!”  he roared at the kid.

The child’s eyes filled up with tears: “H… I’ll tell you off… h… to… tell you off to Antoine.”

“WHAT ANTUNAN!!!”  screamed the disguised snake.

“H… de Saint… ehh… Exupéry,” said the boy quietly and wiped off his tears. The people on this star are not very nice people, thought the boy to himself.

He turned around and walked up the dune. When he reached the top of the hill he fell gently on the dune. There was not even any sound, because of the sand.