此次，我不耐烦了，因为我急于要查验发动机，因而就草草画了这张画，顺手扔给他：“这是一只箱子，你要的绵羊就在内里。”
But it was rejected too, just like the others. "This one is too old. I want a sheep that will live a long time."By this time my patience was exhausted, because I was in a hurry to start taking my engine apart. So I tossed off this drawing.
“这恰是我想要的……你说这只羊需求很多草吗？”
“因为我住的处所，统统都非常小……”
第一天早晨，我就睡在这阔别人间炊火的戈壁上，我比大海中浮在小木筏上的罹难海员还要孤傲。是以，你们能够设想到，当我在第二天拂晓时被一个奇特而藐小的声音吵醒时是有多么吃惊。这个小小的声音说：“请你给我画一只绵羊，好吗？”
That, however, is not my fault. The grown-ups discouraged me in my painter’s career when I was six years old, and I never learned to draw anything, except boas from the outside and boas from the inside.
“这一只羊太老了。我想要一只长命的绵羊。”
当一种奥秘的东西把你镇住的时候，没人敢不从命。在这空旷无火食的戈壁上，面对灭亡的伤害的环境下，固然这看起来非常荒诞，我还是取出了一张纸和一支钢笔。这时我却又记起，我的学习是如何集合在地理、汗青、计算和语法上的，我对这个小家伙说（也有一点活力）我不晓得如何画。他答复我说：“没有干系，给我画一只绵羊吧！”
He looked at it carefully, then he said: "No. This sheep is already very sickly. Make me another."So I made another drawing.
I jumped to my feet, completely thunderstruck. I blinked my eyes hard. I looked carefully all around me. And I saw a most extraordinary small person, who stood there examining me with great seriousness. Here you may see the best potrait that, later, I was able to make of him. But my drawing is certainly very much less charming than its model.