The Lorax (ebook)

What was the Lorax? And why was it there? And why was it lifted and taken somewhere? From the far end of town where the Greco grass grows. The old once less still lives here, ask him, he knows. You won't see the onceler don't knock at his door. He stays in his lurk him on top of his store. He lurks in his lurkin, cold under the roof, where he makes his own clothes, out of my muffin moof. And on special dank midnights in August, he peaks. Out of the shutters and sometimes he speaks and tells how the Lorax was lifted away. He'll tell you, perhaps, if you're willing to pay. 

On the end of a rope, he lets down a tin tail, and you have to toss in 15 pence and a nail. And the shell of a great great great grandfather's snail. Then he pulls up the tail, makes a most careful count to see if you've paid him the proper amount. Then he hides what you paid him away in his snub. His secret strange hole in his grove will glove. Then he grunts, I will call you by whisper math bone for the secrets I tell of your ears alone. Down shrubs the whisper my phone to your ear and the old oncelers whispers are not very clear. Since they have to come down through a snuggly hose, and he sands as if he had smallish bees of his nose. 

Now I'll tell you, he says, with his teeth sanding gray. Lifted and taken away. It all started way back. Such a long long time back. Way back in the days when the grass was still green. And pond was still wet, and the clouds were still clean. And the song of the Swami swan's rang out in space. One morning, I came to this glorious flight. And I first saw the trees, the tragia trees, the bright palette tufts of the tropical trees. Mile after mile in the fresh morning breeze. And under the trees I saw Brown Baba loots. Frisking about in their barber loops suits. As they played in the shade and 8 Travis fruits. 

From the Ripoli pond came the comfortable sound of the humming fish humming whilst splashing around. But those trees, those trees, those trafficker's trees. All my life I'd been searching for trees such as these. That touch of their puffs was much softer than silk, and they had the sweet smell of fresh butterfly milk. I felt a great leaping of joy in my heart. I knew just what I do. I unloaded my card. In no time at all, I had built a small shop, then I chopped down a traffic tree with one shop. And with grape skillful skill and with great speedy speed, I took the soft tuft, and I needed a sneeze. We instant I'd finished. I heard a Gaza. 

I looked I saw something pop out of the stone of the tree I chopped down. It was thought of a man. Describe him. That's hard. I don't know if our can. He was shortish and oldish and brownish and mossy. And he spoke with a voice that was sharpish and bossy. Mister. He said, we have a saw that he sneeze. I am the Lorax. I speak for the trees, I speak for the trees for the trees have no tongues, and I'm asking you, sir, at the scope of my lungs, he was very upset as he shattered and passed. What's that thing you've made out of my tropical cup? Look Lorax, I said. There's no cause for now. I chopped jazz one tree. I am doing no harm. 

On being quite useful. This thing is a knee. Maids are fine something that all people need. It's a shirt. It's a sock. It's a glove with a hat, but it has other uses. Yes, far beyond that. You can use it for coffee for pillows for seats or curtains or covers for bicycle seats. The Lorax said sir, you are crazy with greed. It is no one on earth who would buy that tool need. Not a very next minute. I proved it was wrong. For just that minute a chop came along. And he thought that the sleeve I admitted was great. He happily bought it for three 98. I laughed at the law Rex. You pushed stupid guy. You never can tell what some people will buy. I repeat cry the Lorax. I speak for the trees. I'm busy, I told him shut up if you please. I rash across a room and he knocks on at all, built a radio phone. I put in a quick call. 

I called all my brothers and uncles and aunts and I said, listen here. It is a wonderful chance for the whole once a family to get mighty rich. Get over it. Take the road to north niche to left the weehawk and sharp right at sad speech. And in now China at all in the factory I built the whole once my family was working full tilt. We were all knitting made just as busy as bees to the sand of that shopping of traffic trees. Without our baby oh, how my beast did grow. Now chopping one tray at a time was too slow. So I quickly invented my super happy. Which whacked off full trophy and a tree is at one smacker. We were making leads four times as fast as before. And that he didn't show up anywhere. 

But my next week, E nought on my new office store, he snapped over speaks for the trees, which you seem to be chopping as fast as you please. But I'm also in charge of the brown bubba lutes who played in the shade in their bar bar loot suits and happily lived eating proper fruits. Now, thanks to your hacking my trees to the ground, there's not enough frail of fruits to get around. And my pool bubba loots are all getting the crabbies because they have gas and no food in their tummies. They love living here, but I can't let them stay they'll have to find food, and I hope that they may good luck boys. He cried, and he sent them away. I've once learned about sad as I watched them all go, but business is business and business must grow regardless of promise in tummies you know. 

I'm in no harm almost truly did not. Far had to grow bigger, so bigger I got. I figured my factory are bigger my roads are bigger my wagons are bigger loads of them. These are shipped out of a ship in the fork to the side to the east to the west of the north. I went right on bigger and selling more needs than our big and my money which is one day. Came back. I was fixing some pipes when that old nuisance Lorax came back with morgue right? I am the Lorax. He talked and he went. He sneezed and he snapped. He snarled, Goldie, left. Once left, he cried with a crapulous croak once left your making such smokeless smoke. My Porsche Swami swans. Why they cut sing a nuke. No one can see who has smog in his throat. And so said the Lorax, please pardon my calm, they can not live here. So I'm sending them off. 

Where were they go? I don't care. They may have to fly for a month for a year to escape from the small youth smoked up around. Yeah. What's more? Snap the Lorax. His tender was up. Let me say a few words about glop. Your machinery chugs on day and night without stop making secretly glass also sloppy schlock. And what do you do with this let's go the goo? I'll show you you dotty old one slum and you. Joke jumping the pond where the humming fish how you look and how they build the roof. So I'm sending them off. It is very warm on their fins and get wealthy in search of some water that isn't so smeary. And then I got mad. I got terribly mad. Are yield at the law at listening at that? Oh you do is get yet and say bad bad bad bad. Where I have my right sir and I'm telling you, I intend to go on doing just what I do. And for your information, you know, act on figurine on bigger and bigger and bigger and bigger in. 

Turning more trucks into fleeing. The quick everyone, everyone. And at that very moment, we heard a lack. From at side in the fields came a seconding smack of an axe on a tree. Then we heard the tree pole. The very last tropical tree of them. No more trees, no more maids. No more work to be done. So in no time, my uncles and aunts, everyone, or wave me goodbye, they jumped into my car and drove away under the smoke-smuggled stars. Now all that was left needs the bad-smelling sky. Was my big empty factory, the Lorax, and I. 

The lorax said nothing. Just gave me a glass. Just gave me a very sad backward glance. As he lifted himself by the seat of his pants. And I'll never forget the grim look on his face. When he hoisted himself and took leave of this place through a hole in the smog without leaving a trace. And all that Lorax left here in this mess. Was a small pile of rocks with the one word unless. Whatever that meant, well I just couldn't guess. That was long, long ago, but each day since that day, I've sat here and worried and worried away through the years while my buildings of fallen apart are worried about it with all of my heart. But now says the onceler, now that you're here, the word of the Lorax seems perfectly clear. 

Unless someone like you cares a whole awful lot, nothing is going to get better. It's not. So catch calls the once left. He lets something fall is a trap healer seed is the last one of all your in charge of the last of the tropical seeds and tropical trees are what everyone needs, plants are new Travis, treaty with care, give it clean water and feed it fresh air. Grow a forest, protect it from axes that hack. Then the lorax and all of his friends make come back.