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TREES CAN NOT SPEAK- YOU ON CRACK- AND BY CRACK- I MEAN DUST
The Lorax was flushed with a deep anger toward the figure destroying the children of the former trees. What is he doing? Trampling all the saplings with no care for the dying species. Oh no he is clearly going too far, snapping their little trunks, uprooting whole saplings, and tearing the foliage off. Even if he had a valid reason to do this, it’s not fair for him to attack ones who are defenseless and voiceless. This carnage angered the Lorax, something has to be done. Who is this man anyways? At first he seemed like his former friend, the Onceler, as he dressed in similar attire of the Thneed tycoon. But focusing his sights on the man, he registered that that man is not the Onceler. The Onceler didn’t even know that this sapling grove existed as it was in a remote part of the forest where there may had been a chance for these babies to grow and mature safely and also was located in an area where the trees were cut the earilest and after they bore a sizaable crop of fruit that fell and fermented into the earth. And besides, what use would the Onceler have for the tuffs of baby trees? It’s not like even a few have enough material to make one thneed. So who is this man? A brother or cousin or even a friend of his?
The fuzzy spirit could not stand there and do nothing any longer. Something has to be done and that man needs a lesson on the dying species of the truffula trees. While racing over the broken stems, the Lorax did not notice a sapling that the man uprooted and flung away flying towards him. BANG. With full force, the Lorax collided with the baby tree and flew backwards. There is no time to wince in pain though, he got not even though he became bruised and ran toward the man, screaming and shouting!
“You, there! Stop…stop what you are doing! This is unacceptable!”“Hmmmmmmmmmm?~”
Oh the Warden didn’t care about trees, He just was bored, BORED, bored out of his mind- Oh someone help! There was just nothing natural about this- destruction was part of his nature. Except he didn’t think destroying trees was bad. The little peanut had it all wrong, this was bad? unacceptable? they were just trees! The hell was he and the hell was that. The Warden leaned in, lifting the rim of his hat toward the fuzzy little peanut. What was it? well, it was in the shape of a peanut, talking and walking like a human. It had hands and legs and that mustaches, Ugh, never did enjoy the facial hair business. His personal boundaries were non existent so he didn’t think the other little spirit would mind rather or not he took this opportunity to make some awkward twists with his long slender legs to wind up on other side of the Lorax, trying super hard to comprehend exactly what this thing was? Once reaching up his gloved hand toward the creature, he’d pic him up like a stray dead cat on the side of the street. His brows raised in the slightest. Though his eyelids heavy with un-amusement.
“And… what exactly are you to tell me rather or not I can’t pull on a something. You clearly don’t understand the definition of boredooooommmm”
Holding out the long note with a hum, he’d held the small Lorax out in front of him, sneering through his tinted glasses, almost smiling but his lips twitched until he talked. “Oh please! tell me you know where my jailbot went!.” He moved on a topic quickly, even if the spirit began to talk and jib jab about being disrespectful, Warden just wanted to be entertained and to relax. This wasn’t relaxing. This was being aggravated and the peanut didn’t even have to continue on rambling. His fingers squeezed and he’d raise him higher. “No! no wait a minute, are you going to be sorry now? Of course you are!” He was nearly chatting and getting more happier because he was interested in knowing about these odd looking circle fluffy trees, that he mainly destroyed, but he found it kind of silly how nature can be so important to some people- or rather.. some creatures.Oh Warden, what are you doing? Wondering why this creature had the nerve to tell him to stop what he was doing. No one gives him orders, He’s the Warden! My goodness.
The creature’s fur was ruffled. This man was really starting to test his nerves, the sick pleasure the Warden had with the carnage he made and also the hard fact that the Lorax himself was being held by the scruff of his neck. No no no he was not please. Infact, it was actually rather offensive, being treated like a common animal rather than a forest spirit. Who does he think he is? Does he even care if these saplings were once living creatures and of a species that is rapidly dying out and displacing so many animals that are dependent on the trees for their survival? Food, shelter, and air. And now with the trees being cut on a daily basis, those resources had been drying out. This man is making the situation worse and also, the Lorax had sensed a bad air with this character. More so than with the Oncler. At least the Onceler started out decent until he was being swayed by his control-freak of a mother. Now he’s like lost with the greed of money and has been losing empathy for the creatures of the forest. No no no…this man, this strange fellow, there is something wrong with him, especially with him seeing killing a bunch of baby trees being his way of killing boredom. The Lorax swayed back and forth while flailing to free himself from the man’s grasp. Fingers were clamped into the forest spirit’s flesh and it hurt. Like a vice grip and flailing was doing very little to free the Lorax. He will not give up though, pain or no pain.
“You, sir, you are killing a bunch of sad and poor defenseless saplings. Baby trees, of a species that is rapidly dying out. Stop please stop…there is alot of other things for you to do. I’m serious…leave what ever survivors are left alone. They done nothing to you! What is wrong with you? You sir…I can tell, are CRAZY!!!! I have to really speak for the trees for you!!! Stop just please stop!”
He pleaded…“…Speak… for the trees? Speaking trees? Is that even possible?”
He’d hick and eventually laughed again, Oh these kind of things were entirely his kind of thing because this fuzzy peanut sounded more crazy than he was. Not that he didn’t deny the fact that he was crazy, it was more of a compliment than being offensive. There was this kind of click he did with his tongue in order to stick it between the gap of his teeth. Snickering and he let go of the spirit, dropping him on the ground below. He’d lean in then, resting his thumb on the ledge of his own chin in thought.
“Do tell me more of the trees. I don’t hear a god damn thing. WHERE the hell is my jailbot? have these trees took it too? if the trees have feelings did they know how much I am dying in order to get my Jailbot back?”
The Warden, now pacing, sighed dramatically and wound constantly leaning in front of the Lorax, he didn’t care rather or not this ting was lying to him, he was just in desperate need of a more logical explanation then ‘trees are dying’ Who cares?! Not the Warden. It was touching that this thing had feelings, but it wasn’t touching enough to be melting his heart. After a moment, he’d chuckle, seeing the thing pleading and flicked his wrist. “My, my- you really do care? Can I least tell yoooooou - that you are the only one that cares’a?”
He’d look around, finding one of those dear little saplings and leaping over toward it, latching his hands over the stems and yanking. He really wanted to do something else, this was just kind of child’s play, but when Lorax cried he almost found that his whole head was going to explode of laughter. He wondered if the other wanted to go back to SuperJail with him and race on the track or something, to have a different change of pace. He would meet the criminals and have the entertainment that the Warden faced on a daily basis. Facial expressions changing every moment or so when he tired to figure out how to really feel about this. He has never met someone so concerned about a tree, if you can ever call this a tree, he put his ear to it, heard nothing but the rustling of the breeze. Speaking? How can a fuzzy peanut hear the trees speaking if they weren’t saying anything? The Warden didn’t really understand what a spirit was, but he didn’t buy it. He didn’t buy anything.
Ok now this guy is starting to creep the Lorax out. Clearly he does not look alright in the head. His spasmodic behavior and his unbounded happiness seemed to bring no comfort to the forest spirit. And what the hell is a Jailbot? Is that another being also residing in his forest and is he a friend of the Warden’s?
“The trees…I speak for them for they have no tongues. They can’t just pick up and walk away to safely. They’re stuck and they had been being chopped left and right by someone who was once a friend of mine. These babies are among the last of the young ones of the trees and they’re likely unable to make more sees to replace them. So whatever you are doing, just stop. Please stop…”
Not that it will help with the situation. The saplings are all dead. But that’s what he’s here for. To speak for the trees. Even if it kills him, he will stand up for the defenseless. He may not be a wrathful powerful spirit with special magics but what he has in power with is his voice. The voice for the trees.
TREES CAN NOT SPEAK- YOU ON CRACK- AND BY CRACK- I MEAN DUST
How sad it is. The Lorax was staring at the wastes of what looked like a bunch of snapped twigs with cottoncandy pierced on the ends. But they were not twigs. They were saplings. Baby trees, young ones of the increasingly rare truffula trees. The valley, in its heyday was covered in the beautiful soft trees. However, it look one and his family to cut down much of the forests so they can harvest the foliage for profit. That for a knitted linen called a thneed. However, these trees are slow to grow and with the rapid clear cutting, the trees didn’t have a chance to spawn. Few of the surviving trees had been successfully pollinated and are bearing fruit and also that fruit is being eaten by the forest animals struggling with starvation. Few seeds passed being ingested. And for a while, the Lorax has been looking after this little grove of saplings while their parent trees were either long gone or now in danger of being chopped down.
Tears were welling in his eyes as he was collecting little stones and dotted the carnage tenderly with a simple primitive memorial. These babies were prolly the last that maybe could save the species from extinction. With this one little grove of formally growing babies, the species seem even more doomed to fail survival.
He picked up attention behind him and he saw the silhouette in the smog of a tall man in a part of the damaged sapling grove.
Stomp Stomp Stomp Stomp Stomp Stomp Stomp, Crunch , maybe another Stomp.
“Jaaaiill boooot! Where are you !? I need you?! I need Alice! I need … motivation.. to carry on.” Dramatic man, dramatic screaming, but instead of really trying to find a way to look for the robot, he had hard feelings for that thing- but he didn’t have enough energy to go looking for her. He didn’t even have enough energy to lift his legs, his scrawny little in significant legs, wobbling about and basically feeling the need to flop on the ground being have the sudden urge to tare out leaves to near by bushes. This place was not home, and all he wanted truly was a way to get himself occupied when not being near SuperJail. Where criminals would be destroying it because they also had nothing better to do. While he just stomped on, nearly loosing oxygen because the stomping of simple sapplings of trees crunched under his heeled boots. The other small sprouts of truffla trees were now under his the thick end of his walking cane. Oh, Oh this was bad. Yes alright, ruin trees, pull some grass…
Pff. He needed something more. These particular trees , however, were so strange looking and fluffy. This place looked incredibly diluted and abandon so who cares if a few trees were dying? Just a few little sprout and saplings that the Warden continued to pull, stomp, tugg. He needed his Jail, because he wound up going more insane that he actual was. One root in particular was hard to budge from the soil beneath him. So those gloved hands pulled and pulled and mainly felt the need to use his whole body force in order to release the root from the ground. After nearly 5 minutes, the tree was pulled up and thrown to the side. He brushed himself off, stood up, and casually walked off toward the current direction he had been headed to before hand. Humming a tune and making sure that he was successfully entertaining himself from the boredom he drowned himself in.
“JAhahahahaiilllbaooottt” He’d cry out, angrily tapping the soul of his boot against a flower. The grass needed more oozing blood or something to make it more like home. Though, the more he walked the more he realized he was NOT alone. In fact, he was on someone’s property, but whoms? Why so many trees. A tree is not what was in need. Maybe he needed a thneed. That is if he knew what the fucking hell a thneed even was. There was a huge broke down sign with the word engraved in some kind of green writing. Warden tilt his head to read it, but the words faded to nothing. ” … ?” The man stood straight, continued confused, and stomped on all possible things that he didn’t care for.
The Lorax was flushed with a deep anger toward the figure destroying the children of the former trees. What is he doing? Trampling all the saplings with no care for the dying species. Oh no he is clearly going too far, snapping their little trunks, uprooting whole saplings, and tearing the foliage off. Even if he had a valid reason to do this, it’s not fair for him to attack ones who are defenseless and voiceless. This carnage angered the Lorax, something has to be done. Who is this man anyways? At first he seemed like his former friend, the Onceler, as he dressed in similar attire of the Thneed tycoon. But focusing his sights on the man, he registered that that man is not the Onceler. The Onceler didn’t even know that this sapling grove existed as it was in a remote part of the forest where there may had been a chance for these babies to grow and mature safely and also was located in an area where the trees were cut the earilest and after they bore a sizaable crop of fruit that fell and fermented into the earth. And besides, what use would the Onceler have for the tuffs of baby trees? It’s not like even a few have enough material to make one thneed. So who is this man? A brother or cousin or even a friend of his?
The fuzzy spirit could not stand there and do nothing any longer. Something has to be done and that man needs a lesson on the dying species of the truffula trees. While racing over the broken stems, the Lorax did not notice a sapling that the man uprooted and flung away flying towards him. BANG. With full force, the Lorax collided with the baby tree and flew backwards. There is no time to wince in pain though, he got not even though he became bruised and ran toward the man, screaming and shouting!
“You, there! Stop…stop what you are doing! This is unacceptable!”“Hmmmmmmmmmm?~”
Oh the Warden didn’t care about trees, He just was bored, BORED, bored out of his mind- Oh someone help! There was just nothing natural about this- destruction was part of his nature. Except he didn’t think destroying trees was bad. The little peanut had it all wrong, this was bad? unacceptable? they were just trees! The hell was he and the hell was that. The Warden leaned in, lifting the rim of his hat toward the fuzzy little peanut. What was it? well, it was in the shape of a peanut, talking and walking like a human. It had hands and legs and that mustaches, Ugh, never did enjoy the facial hair business. His personal boundaries were non existent so he didn’t think the other little spirit would mind rather or not he took this opportunity to make some awkward twists with his long slender legs to wind up on other side of the Lorax, trying super hard to comprehend exactly what this thing was? Once reaching up his gloved hand toward the creature, he’d pic him up like a stray dead cat on the side of the street. His brows raised in the slightest. Though his eyelids heavy with un-amusement.
“And… what exactly are you to tell me rather or not I can’t pull on a something. You clearly don’t understand the definition of boredooooommmm”
Holding out the long note with a hum, he’d held the small Lorax out in front of him, sneering through his tinted glasses, almost smiling but his lips twitched until he talked. “Oh please! tell me you know where my jailbot went!.” He moved on a topic quickly, even if the spirit began to talk and jib jab about being disrespectful, Warden just wanted to be entertained and to relax. This wasn’t relaxing. This was being aggravated and the peanut didn’t even have to continue on rambling. His fingers squeezed and he’d raise him higher. “No! no wait a minute, are you going to be sorry now? Of course you are!” He was nearly chatting and getting more happier because he was interested in knowing about these odd looking circle fluffy trees, that he mainly destroyed, but he found it kind of silly how nature can be so important to some people- or rather.. some creatures.Oh Warden, what are you doing? Wondering why this creature had the nerve to tell him to stop what he was doing. No one gives him orders, He’s the Warden! My goodness.
The creature’s fur was ruffled. This man was really starting to test his nerves, the sick pleasure the Warden had with the carnage he made and also the hard fact that the Lorax himself was being held by the scruff of his neck. No no no he was not please. Infact, it was actually rather offensive, being treated like a common animal rather than a forest spirit. Who does he think he is? Does he even care if these saplings were once living creatures and of a species that is rapidly dying out and displacing so many animals that are dependent on the trees for their survival? Food, shelter, and air. And now with the trees being cut on a daily basis, those resources had been drying out. This man is making the situation worse and also, the Lorax had sensed a bad air with this character. More so than with the Oncler. At least the Onceler started out decent until he was being swayed by his control-freak of a mother. Now he’s like lost with the greed of money and has been losing empathy for the creatures of the forest. No no no…this man, this strange fellow, there is something wrong with him, especially with him seeing killing a bunch of baby trees being his way of killing boredom. The Lorax swayed back and forth while flailing to free himself from the man’s grasp. Fingers were clamped into the forest spirit’s flesh and it hurt. Like a vice grip and flailing was doing very little to free the Lorax. He will not give up though, pain or no pain.
“You, sir, you are killing a bunch of sad and poor defenseless saplings. Baby trees, of a species that is rapidly dying out. Stop please stop…there is alot of other things for you to do. I’m seriously…leave what ever survivors are left alone. They done nothing to you! What is wrong with you? You sir…I can tell, are CRAZY!!!! I have to really speak for the trees for you!!! Stop just please stop!”
He pleaded…
Drawing class shenanigans with my beloved wife SAMY. Once-ler, you’re so beautiful.
I drew it and she colored it all godly-like. ;u;
