S1H5-The Lorax

The narrator hears a tree being cut down and realizes it's the last of its kind. Everyone leaves, leaving behind an empty factory. The Lorax, a creature, looks sad and leaves. All that's left is a stack of rocks with the word "UNLEFT." The narrator worries about the destruction. The Once-ler says that unless someone cares, nothing will improve. And at that very moment we heard a loud whack. From outside in the fields came a sickening smack of an axe on a tree. Then we heard the tree fall, the very last trucula tree of them all. No more trees, no more thieves, no more work to be done. So in no time, my uncles and aunts, everyone, all waved me goodbye. They jumped into my cars and drove away under the smoke-smothered stars. Now all that was left beneath the bad-smelling sky was my big empty factory, the Lorax, and I. The Lorax said nothing, just gave me a glance, just gave me a very sad, sad backward glance. As he lifted himself by the seat of his pants, and I'll never forget the grim look on his face when he hoisted himself and took leave of this place, through a hole in the smog without leaving a trace. And all the Lorax left here in this mess was a small stack of rocks with one word, UNLEFT. Whatever that meant, well, I just couldn't get it. That was long, long ago, but each day since that day I've sat here and worried and worried away. Through the years, while my buildings have fallen apart, I've worried about it with all my heart. But now, says the Once-ler, now that you're here, the word of the Lorax seems perfectly clear. Unless someone like you cares a whole awful lot, nothing is going to get better. It's not.