Talk:Warrior of Freedom Toppo/@comment-5107974-20180214135532/@comment-27996636-20180214225310

At the far end of town

where the Grickle-grass grows

and the wind smells slow-and-sour when it blows

and no birds ever sing excepting old crows...

is the Street of the Lifted Lorax.

And deep in the Grickle-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?

And why was it there?

And why was it lifted and taken somewhere

from the far end of town where the Grickle-grass gr

ows?

The old Once-ler still lives here.

Ask him.

He

knows.