"Good morning," said the fox.
"Good morning," the little prince responded politely, although when he turned around he saw nothing.
"I am right here," the voice said, "under the apple tree."
"Who are you?" asked the little prince, and added, "You are very pretty to look at."
"I represent a whore --said the fox-- to whom you might engage into a superfluous relationship on which you're expected to feel special and try to forget your annoying and fragile woman back in your country."