Can I Speak For Your Tree?

The Lorax was so alone all he had for himself was his ambition for protecting the environment. "I speak for the trees!" he'd yell while standing on a wooden crate in the middle of New York. His life was a cycle of waking up in his small cardboard box then climbing out to preach to people who quite simply did not care, that was until the Lorax met someone by chance. This someone was named, The Onceler, he was a poor theatre arts major looking for a way to turn his life around. He had always dreamed of riches and fame but failed to differentiate himself from the crowd. This short, stumpy orange man caught his eye, could this creature be an omen of success to come? Or should I say success in com-

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