ten truffula stumps

[shortishandbossy]

 [The Lorax has been lingering around the Once-ler's room despite the fact that the castle has been declared safe. He just wanted to make sure it wasn't going to be a false alarm, that's all. He's only taking precautions. No one can ever be too careful when dwelling in a possibly psychotic castle. And despite the fact that everyone's reclaimed their voices, he hasn't been in a very talkative mood. The sting of knowing that Sheena had died was getting to him.]

Mmm...

[He's claimed the Once-ler's bed as his own personal napping spot, and the open journal under him is recording sounds that are not unlike a lawn mower. Good luck getting any sleep with that racket echoing through the journals]

Comments

[whichwayyoulean]

I'm perfectly proportioned, thank you very much.

[shortishandbossy]

[He just stares because you are a liar Mister Once-ler]

[whichwayyoulean]

[He'll stare right back] Okay so my legs are longer than average, big whoop. My point still stands.

[No. It does not]