The Lorax
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EnglishVoice Age
Young Adult (18-35)Accents
North American (General)Transcript
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The Lorax by Dr Seuss narrated, performed and sound designed by Michelle walker at the far end of town where the brickell grasp. Rose and the wind smells slow and sour when it blows and no birds ever sing. Excepting old crows. Is the street of the lifted lorax. And deep in the graphical grass. Some people say if you look deep enough, you can still see today where the lower acts once stood, just as long as it could before somebody lifted the Lorax away. What was the lower apps? And why was it there? And why was it lifted and taken somewhere from the far end of town where the green grass grows? The old Once ler still lives here. Ask him. He knows you won't see the once ler don't knock at his door. He stays in his lower. Come on top of his store. He lurks in his Larkham cold under the roof, where he makes his own clothes out of myth, buffered move. And on special, dank midnights in august he peeks out of the shutters and sometimes he speaks and tells how the Lorax was lifted away. He'll tell you perhaps if you're willing to pay on the end of a rope, he lets down a tin pail And you have to toss in 15 cents and a nail and the shell of a great great great grandfather snail. Then he pulls up the pale, makes the most careful count to see if you've paid him the proper amount. Then he hides what you paid him away in his snub his secret strange hole in his grubby ellis glove. Then he grunts. I will call you by, whisper. My phone for the secrets I tell you are for your ears alone, slump down slopes. The whisper my phone to your ear. And the old one slurs whispers are not very clear since they have to come down through a snugly hose. And he sounds as if he had smallish bees up his nose. Now, I'll tell you, he says, with his teeth sounding gray, how the lorax got lifted and taken away. It all started way back such a long, long time back way back in the days when the grass was still green and the pond was still wet and the clouds were still clean, and the song of the swamy swans rang out in space. One morning I came to this glorious place and I first saw the trees, the truffle trees, the bright colored Tufts of the truffle trees, mile after mile in the fresh morning breeze. And under the trees I saw brown bar ba loots frisking about in their bar ba loot suits as they played in the shade and a truffle of fruits. From the ridiculous pond came the comfortable sound of the humming fish humming while splashing around. But those trees, those trees, those truffle trees all my life I've been searching for trees such as these. The touch of their Tufts was much softer than silk, and they had the sweet smell of fresh butterfly milk. I felt a great leaping of joy in my heart. I knew just what I do. I unloaded my card in no time at all. I had built a small shop Then I chopped down a truffle it tree with one chop and with great skillful skill and with great speedy speed. I took the soft tuft and I knitted us need. The instant I had finished I heard a gazump. I looked, I saw something pop out of the stump of the tree I'd chopped down. It was sort of a man describe him. That's hard. I don't know if I can. He was shortish and polish and brownish and mossy. And he spoke with a voice that was sharpish and bossy. Mr, he said with a saw, dusty sneeze. I am the Lorax. And I speak for the trees. I speak for the trees. For the trees of no tongues. 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 made out of my traveling tough look, Lorax! I said, there's no cause for alarm. I chopped just one tree. I am doing no harm. I am being quite useful. This thing is a need to need to find 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 seeds. The Lorax said, sir, you are crazy with greed. There is no one on earth who would buy that fools need. But the very next minute I proved he was wrong. For just at that minute a chap came along and he thought that the sneed that I did, it was great. He happily bought it. 4398. I laughed at the Lorax, You poor stupid guy, You never can tell what some people will buy. I repeat! Cried the Lorax. I speak for the trees, I'm busy! I told him, shut up, if you please. I rushed across the room and in no time at all built a radio phone. I put in a quick call. I called all my brothers and uncles and aunts and I said listen here, here's a wonderful chance for the whole once ler family to get mighty rich, get over here fast, take the road to north nitch, turn left at Weehawken Sharp, right, it's out stitch and in no time at all in the factory I built the whole once ler family was working full tilt. We were all knitting. Sneed's just as busy as bees to the sound of the chopping of truffle trees then. Oh baby! Oh how my business did grow now chopping one tree at a time was too slow. So I quickly invented my super ax hacker, which whacked off four truffle er trees at one smacker. We were making needs four times as fast as before and that Lorax, he didn't show up anymore, but the next week he knocked on my new office door. He snapped, I am the Lorax and I speak for the trees which you seem to be chopping as fast as you 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 truffle a fruit. Now, thanks to your hacking my trees to the ground, there's not enough truffle of fruits to go around. And my poor bar ba loots are all getting the crumb ease because they have gas and no food in their tummies. They love living here, but I can't let them stay. They'll have to find food and I hope that they may. Good luck boys! He cried and he sent them away. I the once ler felt sad as I watched them all go. But business is business and business must grow regardless of crumbs and tummies. You know I meant no harm. I most truly did not, but I had to grow bigger. So bigger I got. I figured my factory, I bigger my roads, I figured my wagons, I figured the loads of the sneed's, I shipped out, I was shipping them forth to the south, to the east, to the west, to the north, I went right on bickering selling more needs and I beggared my money which everyone needs. Then again he came back. I was fixing some pipes when that old, nuisance Lorax came back with more bribes. Once ler he cried with Acropolis Croak once ler you're making such small Regulus smoke, my poor swamy swans. Why? They can't sing a note, No one can sing. Who has smog in his throat. And so, said the Lorax, please pardon my cough. They cannot live here. So I'm sending them off. 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 smog up around here. What's more snapped the lorax? His dander was up. Let me say a few words about gloves, gloves, your machinery chugs on day and night without stop making gloves, gloves also sloppy. Sloppy. And what do you do with this leftover goo? I'll show you you dirty old once, ler manu, you're glamping the bond where the humming fish hummed no more. Can they hum for their gills are all gummed. So why I'm sending them off. Oh, their future is dreary. They'll 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 terribly mad. I yelled at the Lorax. Now listen here dad, all you do is yap, yap and say bad, 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 figuring on bickering and bickering and bickering and bickering. Turning more truffle trees into needs 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 ax on a tree. Then we heard the tree fall, the very last truffle a tree of them all. No more trees. No more needs no more work to be done. So in no time my uncles and aunts, everyone all wave me goodbye. They jumped into my cars and drove away under the smoke, smug erred stars. Now all that was left beneath the bad smelling sky was my big empty factory, the lower racks. And I, the Lorax said nothing, just gave me a glance, just gave me a very sad, sad backwards glance as he lifted himself by the seat of his pants. And I'll never forget the grim look on his face when he heisted himself and took leave of this place through a hole in the smog without leaving a trace and all that. The Lorax left here in this mess was a small pile of rocks With the one 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, 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 so catch calls. The once ler he let something fall. It's a truffle is seed, it's the last one of all. You're in charge of the last of the truffle seeds and truffle it trees are what everyone needs. Plant a new truffle, er treat it with care, give it clean water and feed it fresh air, grow a forest protected from axes that hack. Then the Lorax and all of his friends may come back.
Tags
Aristocrat, Bully, Narrator, Upper Class, Villain, Abrupt, Aged, Amusing, Angry, Annoying, Antagonistic, Attitude, Cartoon, Creepy, Dynamic, North American (General)