My childhood dream was to be a painter.
However, no one knew about the drawing of a boa constrictor that ate an elephant.
I gave up my dream of becoming an artist and became an airplane pilot.

Then one day, I crash-landed in the Sahara desert.
There I met the little prince.

The little prince miraculously fully understood my drawing of a boa constrictor.
And from him, I heard stories of various stars outside the Earth, and stories of flowers and desert foxes.

The little prince eventually returned to his hometown, but I still miss him.
Perhaps, as the little prince said, I have become accustomed to him.