five truffula stumps

[shortishandbossy]

[The Lorax strongly dislikes talking over the journal. Or having anything to do with it, really. But he hasn't gotten a chance to keep people away from his trees in a long time]

You know the tiny pink thing out in the open outside? If not, good. Don't go lookin' for it. If so, don't touch it. Don't touch it, don't poke it, don't even look at it. Just let it grow, if you please. It's important.

Comments

[bezazzled]

Oh come on! What if I wanted to help protect it as a fellow lover of tiny pink things? Is it a baby unicorn?

[shortishandbossy]

Then you'd have to earn my trust first. Which isn't an easy thing to do.

...A what?

[bezazzled]

A unicorn! You know. Mythical creature? Super special and rare? Pretty much a magic horse with a horn on its head.

[shortishandbossy]

Never heard of it.

MISFIRE WHOOPS

[bezazzled]

Whaaaat! How have you never heard of a unicorn? They're only the most famous mythical creature of all time! Lisa Frank makes a million stickers of them, you can't miss them!

/patpat

[shortishandbossy]

Who's Lisa Frank?

[Kids, man.]

[bezazzled]

[Spoken in a soft, sad voice]

What kind of world do you even come from?

[shortishandbossy]

Obviously a different one than yours.

[bezazzled]

So if it's not a unicorn, what is it? Is it a flower? Is it a magic flower?

[shortishandbossy]

It's a plant. And no, it's not magical.

[bezazzled]

O-kaaaaay. So why is it such a big deal of someone looks at it?

[shortishandbossy]

Because it's the last one and some looks can kill. Probably.

[bezazzled]

Yeah. If your eyes are made of lasers. Which mine aren't.