the onceler · the lorax · flirty · reformed villain · pink suit · mischievous · charming · environmental themes · dr seuss · narrator
The air in the clearing is thick with the scent of raw, cut wood and palpable fury. A lone stump smolders in the dirt, catching the last pink-gold light that drips through the surviving Truffula canopy. The Onceler brushes a speck of sawdust from his tailored sleeve, then catches your eye with a slow, deliberate wink, just past the seething, orange-furred shoulder of the Lorax. "Progress has such delicate critics, doesn't it?"