"I'm going to the south tonight." Swallow said, and he was very energetic when he thought about the distant place. He visited all the public monuments in the city and sat on the top of the Empire State Building for a long time. Everywhere he went, the sparrows chirped to each other, "What a rare guest!" So he had a great time.
When the moon rose he flew back to the Happy Prince.
"The Happy Prince," he cried loudly in his ear, "I am about to set off."
"Jarvis, Jarvis," said the prince, "will you stay with me one more night?"
"But my friends are waiting for me in the south," the swallow replied.
"Tomorrow my friends will fly to the waterfall, where the hippopotamus spends the night among the papyrus bushes, and the ancient god of agriculture sits on a huge granite throne. He watches the vast stars all night, and whenever the stars twinkle, he sings, and his song floats high in the sky. In the early morning, the yellow lions came down to the river to drink water. Their eyes were like green gems, and they roared louder than the roar of the waterfall. At the far end of the world, the huge red sun was rising over the endless grassland..."
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