The Once-ler (
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paradisa2013-07-09 10:46 pm
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Thirty One Truffula Trees
[The Once-ler hasn't heard from his mother in a while. This is nothing new, really. She only ever comes to him if she wanted something, it's always been that way, and he doubts she'd ever change, magical castle notwithstanding. But he hasn't heard from her since that dinosaur mess, and eventually, his love for her overwhelms his common sense and desire not to get his heart kicked in, as it always inevitably does. He heads off to her room, finding the nameplate gone.
Well. That was that. She'd left him. Again. Quietly this time, with no harsh words to bite into his memory as she drives away into the smog. Just a door without a name on it. He doubts he'll ever see her again, and he feels guilty for finding some relief in that thought. He exhales, opening his journal. He doesn't even know what to say at first, he doesn't even know if she even HAD any friends here]
For anyone who cares, my mom. [Pause] Flora her name's Flora. Look, I don't know if anyone knew her or not- but she's gone. Back home. So there you go.
[He'll just go try to find somewhere to brood where his friends won't find him now]
Well. That was that. She'd left him. Again. Quietly this time, with no harsh words to bite into his memory as she drives away into the smog. Just a door without a name on it. He doubts he'll ever see her again, and he feels guilty for finding some relief in that thought. He exhales, opening his journal. He doesn't even know what to say at first, he doesn't even know if she even HAD any friends here]
For anyone who cares, my mom. [Pause] Flora her name's Flora. Look, I don't know if anyone knew her or not- but she's gone. Back home. So there you go.
[He'll just go try to find somewhere to brood where his friends won't find him now]
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[He knows he won't live long enough to see the Valley returned to its former glory. It saddens him, but he knows the place is safe in Ted's hands. The kid will grow up with the trees, and it'll be as it should]
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What else do you think the city is lacking in? We strive for our orphanage, yes, but we need not limit ourselves to only that. While we are here, we will make use of our time. We will not be idle.
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And how might you suggest that, good man?
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