Green Eggs and Ham Season Three: The Last Serving

Episode Twelve: The Key To Salvation(pt. 2)

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Thneedville became divided. Half of the people went with Ted, Audrey, Ms. Wiggins, and Nora to plant a new seed to regrow the Truffala Tree Forest, even though they knew deep down that it will take years before the forest could come back fully. However, the other half went back to the city of Thneedville to rebuild their homes that were destroyed in the process of the dome's collapse and put back what they once had from the 'help' of the Gatherers of the Whispers.

At Oncelor's three-story store, The Oncelor himself broke through the boards covering his bedroom window with an ax and let the sunshine pierced through the smog dark clouds. The sun had finally risen and a new day was just the beginning. A faint smile grew on the old man's face underneath the white bushy mustache that went around his head. The meaning of the seed planted in the forest would rebirth what he once destroyed. The thought of that just made his smile wider. He heard tiny footsteps entering his bedroom.

"So...you're going to stay here?" A voice peered behind him. Oncelor turned around to notice the short orange-furred guardian with a bushy yellow mustache and a concerned gaze.

Oncelor nodded his head while turning his head to look out the window. "Yes. I believe that I'm needed here."

The Lorax approached beside his tall friend and hopped up to the window sill just to sit next to him. He looked out into the destroyed forest with the bright sun revealing the brokenness of the destroyed trees. Lorax shifted his gaze up at the Oncelor. "You know, it's going to take years till the forest can regrow."

"I know...but that doesn't mean that I won't be patient." Oncelor frowned while looking down at his short friend. "You know, I promised you once that I won't cut down anymore trees...and I broke that promise. I-I want to say that I'm-I'm sorry. I don't know if you'll forgive me."

The Lorax twisted the corner of his mouth downward while gazing at the view, recollecting every memory they had together.

The Lorax could remember every moment from the good times of when he first met the Oncelor to the horrible memory of when his friend turned his heart from gold to green with envy. What he did in that forest, cutting down the trees and striping the tufts off of them, just seemed heartless. But the Lorax knew why he did it.

The Oncelor didn't come from a rich family but a family full of money hungry people. His brothers were dumber than bricks yet they did a better job of proving their worth than he did.

His aunt luckily married a rich millionaire and she couldn't be happier...well, it's mostly because of the unlimited riches, which only added by her husband treating her like a queen. His cousins, who he didn't bother getting close to, were always relying heavily on the money their father makes.

His mother, however, wasn't as greedy as the rest of his family. In fact, she was the only person who Oncelor was close to along with his father until his father passed away. His father used to be in the gardening business, wearing those green gloves to plant new seeds and dig out the pestering weeds. His father was the one who gave the Oncelor those long green gloves. He's the one who Oncelor was inspired to be. When he passed away, it's almost like his mother lost all of her control. Her money desire grew as a sweet woman the Oncelor once knew faded away into a wretched drunkened parent who sleeps on the couch at 3AM, slurring words that used to scare the Oncelor as an eight year old. She yelled at him for every moment he would tell his mother his events, telling him that he would never be anything more than a mere disappointment. He was compared often with his brothers and, if anyone had to ask, he's nothing like his brothers.