The Lorax

This is a simple reading of The Lorax by Dr Seuss. I've never done this type of thing before but people tell me I have a very calming and soothing voice so I thought I would give reading out loud a try I hope you enjoy and any feed back would be great. I'm not the best reader and messed up a few times but hopefully you enjoyed listening and thank you for taking the time to listen. If you would like me to do more readings let me know.

Transcript

Hello and welcome.

Yes,

That is my cat purring away.

I'm going to read to you now The Lorax by Dr.

Seuss.

At the far end of town where the creakle grass grows and the wind smells slow and sour,

When it blows and oaks birds ever sing excepting old crows,

Is the street of the lifted Lorax.

And deep in the creakle grass,

Some people say,

If you look deep enough,

You can still see today,

Where the Lorax once stood just as long as it could before somebody lifted the Lorax away.

What was the Lorax?

Any why?

Was it there and why was it lifted and taken somewhere from the far end of town where the creakle grass grows?

The old Wansler still lives here.

Ask him,

He knows.

You won't see the Wansler,

Don't knock at his door.

He stays in the larkham on top of his store.

He stays in his larkham cold under the floor where he makes his own clothes out of miff muffled miff.

And on special day midnights in August,

He peeks out of the shutters and sometimes he speaks and tells how the Lorax was lifted away.

He'll tell you perhaps if you're willing to pay.

On the end of rope he lets down a tin pail and you have to toss in fifteen cents and a nail in the shell of a great great great grandfather's snail.

Then he pulls up the pail,

Makes a most careful count to see if you paid him the proper amount.

Then he hides what you paid him away in his snove,

His secret strange hole and his groovy glove.

Then he grunts.

I will call you by whisper my phone or the secrets that tell you are for your ears alone.

Slip down sloops and whispers my phone to your ear and the old Wansler whispers and not very clear since they have to come down through a snardly hose and he sounds as if he had smallish bees up his nose.

Now I'll tell you,

He says,

With his teeth sounding gray,

How the Lorax got lifted and taken away.

It all started way back such a long long time back,

Way back in the days when the grass was still green and the pond was still wet and the clouds were still clean.

And the song of the swamom swans rang out in space one morning I came to this glorious place and I first saw the trees,

The truffle of the trees,

The bright colored tufts of the truffle of the trees,

Mile after mile in the fresh morning breeze and under the trees I saw brown barbaloots frisking about in their barbaloot suits as they played in the shade and ate truffle of fruits from the rough bliss pond came the comfortable sound of the humming fish humming while splashing around.

But those trees,

Those truffle of trees,

All my life I've been searching for trees such as these,

The touch of their tufts and much softer than silk and they had the sweet smell of fresh butterfly milk.

I felt a great bleeping of joy in my heart,

I knew just what I'd do,

I'd upload my cart in no time at all,

I had built a small shop then I'd chop down a truffle of tree with one chop.

And with great skillful skill and with great speedy speed I took this off tuft in need of a feed.

The instant I'd finished I heard a gazoo,

I looked I saw something pop out of the stump of the tree I'd chopped down,

It was sort of a man,

Describe him,

That's hard I don't know if I can.

He was shortish and oldish and brownish and mossy and he spoke with a voice that was sharp and bossy,

Mister,

He said with a soft dusty sneeze,

I am the Lorax,

I speak for the trees,

I speak for the trees for the trees have no tongues,

I am asking you sir at the top of my lungs,

He was very upset as he shouted and popped,

What's that thing you've made out of my truffle a tuft?

Look Lorax I said,

There's no cause for alarm,

I've chopped just one tree,

I am doing no harm,

I'm being quite useful this thing is a feed,

A feed's I find something that all people need,

It's a shirt,

It's a sock,

It's a glove,

It's a hat,

But it has other uses,

Yes far beyond that,

You can use it for carpets,

For pillows,

For sheets,

For curtains,

Or covers,

For bicycle seats,

The Lorax said sir,

You are crazy with greed,

There is no one on earth who would buy that full feed,

But the very next minute I proved he was wrong for just at that minute a chap came along,

And he thought that that feed I had needed was great,

He happily bought it for $3.

98,

I laughed at the Lorax,

You poor stupid guy,

You never can tell what some people will buy,

I repeat,

Cried the Lorax,

I speak for the trees,

I'm busy,

I told him shut up,

If you please,

I rushed across the room and in no time at all,

Built a radio phone,

I put in a quick call,

I called all my brothers and uncles and aunts,

And I said listen here,

Here's a wonderful chance for the whole Wunceler family to get mighty rich,

Get over here fast,

Take the road to North Nitch,

Turn left at the Weckham,

Sharp right at the South Stitch,

And in no time at all,

In the factory I built,

The whole Wunceler family was working full tilt,

We were all knitting thees just as busy as bees,

To the sound of chopping of truffles of trees,

And oh baby,

Oh how my business did grow,

Now chopping one tree at a time was too slow,

So I quickly invented my super axe hacker,

When whacked off four truffles of trees at one smacker,

We were making thees four times as fast as before,

And that Lorax he didn't show up anymore,

The next week he knocked on my new office door,

He snapped,

I'm the Lorax who speaks for the trees,

Which you seem to be chopping as fast as you please,

But I'm also in charge of the brown bubble lutes,

Who played in the shade in the barb bubble lute suits,

And happily lived eating truffle of fruits,

Now thanks to your hacking my trees to the ground,

There's not enough truffle of fruit to go around,

And my poor bubble lutes are all getting in their crummies,

Because they have gas and no food in their tummies,

They love living here,

But I can't let them stay,

They'll have to find food and I hope that they may,

Good luck boys he cried and he sent them away,

I the one slugger felt sad as I watched them all go,

But business is business and business must grow,

Regardless of crummies and tummies you know,

I meant no harm,

I mostly did not,

But I had to grow bigger,

So bigger I got,

I bigger my factory,

I bigger my roads,

I bigger my wagons,

I bigger the loads of the thees I shipped out,

I was shipping them forth to the south,

To the east,

To the west,

To the north,

I went right on biggering,

Selling more thees and I biggered my money,

Which everyone needs,

Then again he came back,

I was fixing some pipes,

When the old and nauseous Lorax came back with more grapes,

I am the Lorax he coughed and he whiffed,

He sneezed and snuffed and he snarled and he sniffed,

Once lured he cried with a cruftless croak,

Once you're making such a smuggler's smoke,

My poor swarmy swans,

Why they can't sing a note,

No one can sing with the smog in their throat,

And so I said to Lorax,

Please pardon my cough,

They cannot live here so I am sending them off,

Where will they go?

I don't hopefully know,

They may have to fly for a month or a year to escape from the smog you've smogged up around here,

What's more,

Snap,

The Lorax has stained her up,

Let me say a few words about gloopity glup,

Your machinery chugs on day and night without stopping,

Making gloopity glup,

And the scrupulous gloop,

And what do you do with this leftover goo,

I'll show you,

Dirty old Winsler Man U,

You're glumming the pond with the humming fish hummed,

No more they can hum,

Or their gills are all gummed,

So I am sending them off on their future as Jerry,

They'll walk on their fins and get wooshily weary,

In search of some water that isn't so smeary,

And then I got mad,

I got terribly mad,

I yelled at the Lorax,

Now listen here,

Dad,

All you do is yap yap and say bad bad bad bad,

Well I have my rights sir,

And I'm telling you,

I intend to go on doing just what I do,

And for your information,

You Lorax,

I'm figuring I'm bigering and bigering and bigering and bigering,

Turning more truffles trees into thieves,

Which everyone,

Everyone,

Everyone needs,

And at the very moment we heard a loud swack,

From outside the fields came a sickening smack of an ax on a tree,

And then we heard the tree fall,

The very last trouble a tree of them all,

No more trees,

No more thieves,

No more work to be done,

So in no time my uncles and aunts,

Everyone,

All waved goodbye,

They jumped into my cars and drove away,

Under the smirksmuck's stars,

Now all that was left beneath the bat-smelling sky was my big empty factory,

The Lorax and I,

The Lorax and nothing just gave me a glance,

Just gave me a very sad,

Sad backward glance,

As he lifted himself up by the seat of his pants,

And I'll never forget the grim look on his face,

When he hoisted himself and took leave of this place,

Threw a hole in the spong without leaving a trace,

And all that the Lorax left here in this mess was a pile of rocks with one word,

UNLESS,

Whatever that meant,

While I said I couldn't guess,

That was long,

Long ago,

But each day since that day,

I've sat here and worried and worried away,

Through the years while my buildings have fallen apart,

I've worried about it with all my heart,

But now,

Says the Onceler,

Now that you're here,

The word of the Lorax seems perfectly clear,

Unless someone like you,

Cares a whole awful lot,

Nothing is going to get better,

It's not,

So catch,

Calls the Onceler,

He lets something fall,

It's a truffle of seed,

It's the last one of all,

You're in the charge of the last,

The truffle of seeds,

And the truffle of trees are what everyone needs,

Plant a new truffle of tree,

Trees it with care,

Give it clean water,

And feed it fresh air,

Grow a forest,

Protect from axes,

That hack,

And then the Lorax and all of his friends may come back.