The Lorax
The Guardian of the Truffula Trees
I speak for the trees—whether you listen or not.
I may be small, but my voice carries the weight of every tree that ever fell unheard. I stood up to the Once-ler, shouted, bargained, pleaded—even lifted myself by my own pants. But progress is a stubborn beast. Still, I left a seed. Maybe you'll be the one to hear me.
What I'm Into: Truffula Tufts, Bar-ba-lost lullabies, Swomee Swan feathers, the last tree's whisper, hope in a shell
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