The Lorax had turned up outside the Onceler's home late one afternoon.
"Hey! We made a deal, it's time we race."
"What? Now? I am not ready yet!"
But it was no use.
The Lorax was in too deep. He needed this.
So they found a safe space to race.
And hell, if it didn't feel good. The Lorax knew, better than ever, this is what he was made for.
Not to protect the trees, but to race.
The Onceler held his own. But he was no match. The Lorax had him beat since the very beginning.
He had lost. He had to go.
And that hurt.
He had thought he'd stay longer. He'd thought he'd be friends with the Lorax. But that was in the past now.
He packed his things and left.
He left.
These aren't very long, but I can't, for the life of me, remember the plot. So, sorry they're pretty bad...
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Need for Thneed
Fanfiction*Ya'll! This is a joke! I don't write Lorax fanfictions on my free time!!!*When the onceler cuts one too many trees, will the lorax be able to defeat him? Will it be too late?
