For this activity I want you to read this awesome story by Dr. Seuss and answer the question at the end any way you would like individually and hand in your answer to me tomorrow.

From the rippulous pond
came the comfortable sound
of the Humming-Fish humming
while splashing around.

The instant I'd finished, I heard a ga-Zump!
I looked.
I saw something pop out of the stump
of the tree I'd chopped down. It was a sort of a man.
Describe him?... I don't know if I can.

"Mister!" he said with a sawdusty sneeze,
"I am the Lorax. I speak for the trees.
I speak for the trees, for the trees have no tounges.
And I'm asking you, sir, at the top of my lungs"-
he was very upset as he shouted and puffed-
"What's that THING you've made out of that Truffula tuft?"

"Look, Lorax," I said. "There's no cause for alarm.
I chopped just one tree. I am doing no harm.
I'm being quite useful. This thing is a Thneed.
A Thneed's a Fine Something- That ALL people need!!!
It's a shirt. It's a sock. It's a glove. It's a hat.
But it has other uses. Yes, far beyond that.
You can use it for carpets. For pillows! For sheets!
Or curtains! Or covers for bicycle seats!"
            The Lorax said
            "Sir! You are crazy with Greed.
            There is no one on earth
            who would buy that fool Thneed!"

But the very next minute I proved him wrong.
For, just that minute, a chap came along,
and he thought that Thneed I had knitted was great.
He happily bought it for three ninety-eight.

I laughed at the Lorax, "You poor stupid guy!
You can never tell what some people will buy."

But the next week
he knocked
on my new office door.

He snapped, "I am the lorax who speaks for the trees
which you seem to be chopping as fast as yo please.
But I'm also in charge of the Brown Bar-ba-loots
who played in the shade in their Bar-ba-loot suits
and happily lived, eating Truffula Fruits.

"NOW...thanks to your hacking my trees to the ground,
there's not enough Truffula Fruit to go'round.
And my poor Bar-ba-loots are all getting the crummies
because they have gas, and no food, in their tummies!

I, the Once-ler, felt sad
as I watched them all go.
BUT....
business is business!
And Business must grow
reguardless of the crummies in the tummies, you know.

I meant no harm. I most truly did not.
 But I had to grow bigger, so bigger I got.
I biggered my factory. I biggered my roads.
I biggered my wagons. I biggered the loads
of the Thneeds I shipped out. I was shipping them forth
to the South! To the East! To the West! To the North!
I went right on biggering....selling more Thneeds.
And I biggered my monet, which everybody needs.

"Where will they go?...
I don't hopefully know.

They may have to fly for a month... or a year...
To escape from the smog you've smogged-up around here.

"You're glumping the pond where the Humming-Fish hummed!
No more can they hum, for their gills are all glummed.
So I'm sending them off. Oh, their future is dreary.
They'' walk on their fins and get woefully weary
in search of some water that isn't so smeary."
 
 

And then I got mad.
I got terrible mad.
I yelled at the Lorax, "Now listen here, Dad!
All you do is yap-yap and say, Bad! bad! bad!"
Well, I have my rights, sir, and I'm telling you
I intend to go on doing just what I do!
And, for your information, you Lorax, i'm figgering
on biggering
    and BIGGERING
        and BIGGERING
            and BIGGERING,
turning MORE Truffula Trees into Thneeds
which everyone, EVERYONE, EVERYONE needs!"

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 Truffula Tree of them all!

Now All that wa sleft 'neath 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 heisated himself and took leave of this place,
through a hole on the smog, without leaving a trace.

And all that teh Lorax left here in this mess
was a small pile of rocks, with the word...
UNLESS.
Whatever that meant, well, I just couldn't guess.

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 of my heart.

"So....
Catch!" calls the Once-ler.
He lets something fall.
"It's a Truffula Seed.
It's the last one of all!
You're in charge of the last of the Truffula Seeds.
And Truffula trees are what everyone needs.
Plant a new truffula. Treat it with care.
Give it clean water. And feed it fresh air.
Grow a forrest. Protect it from axes that hack.
Then the Lorax
and all of his friends
may come back."
 

After reading that story I want you to write your answer to this question.

IF YOU WERE THE LORAX, WHAT WOULD YOU HAVE TO SAY TO THE ONCE-LER?