I myself own a flower,” he continued his conversation with the businessman, “which I water every day. I own three volcanoes, which I clean out every week (I also clean out the one that is extinct; one never knows). It is good for my volcanoes, and it is good for my flower, I really own them. But there is no good for your stars.” The businessman opened his mouth, but he found nothing to say in answer. And the little prince went away.