I laughed at the Lorax, “Lorax poor stupid guy! He happily bought it for three ninety-eight. For, just at that minutes, a chap came along, and he thought that the Thneed I had knitted was great. There is no one on earth who would buy that fool Thneed!”īut the very next minute I proved he was wrong. For pillows! For sheets! Or curtains! Or covers for bicycle seats!” A Thneed’s a Fine-Something-That-All-People-Need! And I’m asking you, sir, at the top of lungs” he was very upset as he shouted and puffed “What’s that THING you’ve made out of my Truffula Tuft?” I speak for the trees, for the trees you have no tongues. “Mister!” he said with a sawdusty sneeze, “I am the Lorax. And he spoke with a voice that was sharpish and bossy. I saw something pop out of the stump of the tree I’d chopped down.ĭescribe him?… That’s hard. The instant I’d finished, I heard a ga-Zump! Then I chopped down a Truffula Tree with one chop.Īnd with great skillful skill and with great speedy speed, I took the soft tuft. In no time at all, I had built a small shop. I felt a great leaping of joy in my heart. And they had the sweet smell of fresh butterfly milk. The touch of their tufts was much softer than silk. Mile after mile in the fresh morning breeze.Īnd, under the trees, I saw Brown Bar-ba-loots frisking about in their Bar-ba-loot suits as they played in the shade and ate Truffula Fruits.įrom the rippulous pond came the comfortable sound of the Humming-Fish humming while splashing around.Īll my life l’d been searching for trees such as these. The bright-colored tufts of the Truffula Trees! One morning, I came to this glorious place.
Way back in the days when the grass was still green and the pond was still wet and the clouds were still clean, and the song of the Swomee-Swans rang out in space… “Now I’ll tell you,” he says, with his teeth sounding gray, “how the Lorax got lifted and taken away… Then he grunts, “I will call you by Whisper-ma-phone, for the secrets I tell are for your ears alone.”ĭown slupps the Whisper-ma-Phone to your ear and the old Once-ler’s whispers are not very clear, since they have to come down through a snergelly hose, and he sounds as if he had smallish bees up his nose. Then he hides what you paid him away in his Snuvv, his secret strange hole in his gruvvulous glove. Then he pulls up the pail, makes a most careful count to see if you’ve paid him the proper amount. One the end of a rope he lets down a tin pail and you have to toss in fifteen cents and a nail and the shell of great-great-great-grandfather snail. He lurks in his Lerkim, cold under the roof,Īnd on special dank midnights in August, he peeksĪnd sometimes he speaks and tells how the Lorax was lifted away. He stays in his Lerkim on top of his store. If you look deep enough you can still see, today, where the Lorax once stoodĪnd why was it lifted and taken somewhere from the far end of town where the Grickle-grass grows? Where the Grickle-grass grows and the wind smells slow-and-sour when it blows and no birds ever sing excepting old crows… is the Street of the Lifted Lorax.Īnd deep in the Grickle-grass, some people say, The story encourages personal care and involvement in making the situation better: “Unless someone like you cares a whole awful lot, nothing is going to get better. The story is commonly recognized as a fable concerning the danger of human destruction of the natural environment, using the literary element of personification to create relatable characters for industry (as the Once-ler), the environment (the Truffula trees), and activism (as the Lorax). Seuss’s works, most of the creatures mentioned are original to the book. Seuss and first published in 1971. It chronicles the plight of the environment and the Lorax, who “speaks for the trees” and confronts the Once-ler, who causes environmental destruction. The Lorax is a children’s book written by Dr. 6 Search For Best Children’s Books By Age 4-6 Introduction
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