I was googling The Lorax and came across this. It's from the Dr. Seuss National Memorial Sculpture Garden. I have a very strong affinity for The Lorax. He speaks for the trees. He speaks for them even when no one listens. He speaks his poor little heart out. Seeing him on that little stump literally makes me cry. He and I are kindered spirits. How is it I still don't own this book? And why don't they print it on recycled paper? Or do they? Do they not notice the irony? Maybe that's why I don't own it. I don't want any more trees to be killed.
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