Oncler felt hollow inside. Deeply empty. The Lorax was taken by a car accident.
Or was he.
You see oncler thought to himself.
' the fuck is a car '
Oh it's a automobile.
' I'm getting fucking old '
Monday as all bad days start.
Oncler prepared to wake up and stare at the ceiling.
He didn't have a job. Not anymore.
You see after Lorax died, cutting trees for thneeds didn't feel the same.
There was no reason. His family left already he was still such a disappointment. Especially to his mom.
Lorax was his lover.
It was secret and deeply forbidden. Drilled into him by his brothers.
They were the first ones he opened up to about how they'd been dating for a while.
Planning to be wed.
But no they just couldn't handle TRUE LOVE.
Oncler was thinking all these things as he still stared at the blank slate that was the ceiling.
He did nothing but reminisce about the time he and Lorax spent together, till Tuesday.
Tuesday.
The dreaded day arrived. The day he went to visit Lorax's grave for their anniversary, of when they would have the wedding.
A deep penetrating lump of guilt filled him.
And tears began to flow.
NOTES
I don't know if the Lorax is a animal. Still this is a joke. 🌈🤡
