The Lorax – Winter 2018 – rewritten and reread from 2003 and 2010.
Hello. I’m John Worlock, radio host on KRCL for Save Our Canyons’ weekly environmental update. We have a special guest in the studio this week. He is known far and wide. He is The Lorax.
(In the background, “I am the Lorax. I speak for the trees…….I am the Lorax. I speak for the trees…..)
Please, Mr. Lorax, let me introduce you first. Surely you remember the Lorax. He is the character discovered by Dr. Seuss in the early 70’s. He fought a valiant but losing battle with an unenlightened, exploitation-oriented individual called the Onceler, who
(Interrupting: “Mister…I am the Lorax………..”)
Please wait, Mr. Lorax.
The Onceler built an industry, harvesting a forest of Truffula trees. Truffula trees had, instead of leaves,
soft, furry tufts that were softer than silk
and had the sweet smell of butterfly milk.
Those furry tufts could be knitted into a garment called a – Thneed. The successful sale of Thneeds induced the Onceler to expand his operation.
He had to grow bigger, so bigger he got.
He biggered his factory. He biggered his roads.
He biggered his wagons. He biggered the loads
of Thneeds he shipped out.
The Lorax tried and tried to warn him. Now, Mr. Lorax, please recreate for us the speech you made to the Onceler.
(“Mister! Said like a sneeze)
He’s so mad he might sneeze!
(“Mister! I am the Lorax. I speak for the trees.
I speak for the trees, for the trees have no tongues.
And I’m asking you, sir, puff, at the top of my lungs, puff…puff…puff…puff”)
He’s upset even now and begins to puff.
(“What’s that THING you’ve made out of my Truffula tufts?”)
Thank you very much Mr. Lorax.
All to no avail. You may remember the grim story. The last tree fell and the enterprise collapsed. All of the denizens of the forest were driven out by pollution and loss of habitat.
First the Brown Barbaloots, who’d played in the shade in their Barbaloot suits,
and happily lived, eating Truffula fruits.
Then the poor Swomee Swans and the Humming Fish,
who’d made such a comfortable sound,
humming while splashing around.
All gone. Total Devastation. A wasteland…..in spite of the repeated warnings of the Lorax. (“I am the Lorax. I speak for the trees….I speak for the trees, for the trees have no tongues…..etcetera….”)
but no one was listening, and
Unless someone like you cares a whole awful lot,
Nothing is going to get better. It’s not.
Thank you. Any opinions implied in this interview are not held by this radio station, but are those of The Lorax, Dr. Seuss, and our sponsor the Citizens’ Committee to Save Our Canyons.