The Once-ler told Ted of a short, orange, mossy creature with a mustache that could rival a cloud. It was the Lorax. He didn't speak for the trees; he shouted for them. He warned of the greed that follows a falling axe.
Finally, the Lorax, sad and silent, lifted himself by the seat of his pants and disappeared through a hole in the clouds. He left behind a small pile of rocks with one word carved into them: UNLESS. Lorax - Il guardiano della foresta m1080p 2012 ...
Ted knew the stories. They said that far beyond the high walls of the city, where the air turned gray and the ground was made of sludge, lived a man called the Once-ler. He was the only one who knew what happened to the trees. The Once-ler told Ted of a short, orange,
"It started with a Truffula tree," the Once-ler whispered. "The tufts were softer than silk. And when I chopped the first one down, he appeared." He warned of the greed that follows a falling axe
But the Once-ler hadn't listened. He had turned the beautiful valley into a factory of "Thneeds," things that everyone thought they needed but no one actually did. One by one, the trees fell. The Smog-ulous Smoke chased away the Swomee-Swans, and the Gluppity-Glup filled the ponds where the Humming-Fish danced.
The sun hung low over Thneedville, a town where everything was plastic, polished, and perfectly fake. Inside a small, colorful house, a boy named Ted looked at a photo of Audrey. She wanted to see a real tree more than anything in the world.
Years passed. The gray faded into green. The Smog-ulous Smoke cleared, and the soft tufts of Truffula trees once again swayed in the breeze.