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Melvin’s Fettish -Melvin’s POV- My owner sat behind me, legs outstretched and perched on my harness. He was sleeping peacefully as I stayed on the road to where? Neither of us knew. His feet swayed back and forth over the bumps of the road. I should be watching where I’m going but I can’t keep my eyes away from them. I try and communicate what I want with the Once-ler. “Hey!” I say but he doesn’t hear. I stop the cart and kick his seat. “Melvin? Wha- where are we?” The Once-ler asks sleepily. “Can you please give me your foot. I need to lick it.” I say but he didn’t

At first, Norma remembers, Once-ler was a good man. A sweet man. She remembers when she first met him, walking home from picking up some groceries for her mother. Her father's boss had been coming over for supper that night in the hopes that maybe the man would finally give Norma's father the promotion that he'd been wanting and working for. Once-ler had been in the park for the first time that day, trying to get people to pay attention to him, listen to him, buy one of his Thneeds, by singing and playing his guitar. He hadn't been doing very well, and Norma had needed to get home quickly. She'd had every intention of passing him by while pa

Summary: The Once-ler loses everything. Spoilers ----- Just like that, everything was gone. His smog-spewing factory, his thneeds, his name, and the only real friends he'd ever had. All gone. His money was meaningless; his company name was mud, and everything…everything he'd worked so hard to achieve…was nothing more than dust slipping through his gloved fingers now. The Once-ler watched in stunned, and horrified silence as the Lorax lifted himself up, through a hole in the smog. A part of him remained incredulous, and he reached upward, vainly, in the smallest of attempts to call back the guardian of the forest. But the Lorax