And if not the butterflies– and the caterpillars– who will call upon me? You will
be far away. . . as for the large animals– I am not at all afraid of any of them. I
have my claws.”
And, navely, she showed her four thorns. Then she added:
“Don’t linger like this. You have decided to go away. Now go!”
For she did not want him to see her crying. She was such a proud flower. . .

Author: Antoine de Saint-Exupéry