Adults Are Only Obsolete Children.

Adults Are Only Obsolete Children.

It Has Often Been Said There’s So Much To Be Read, You Never Can Cram All Those Words In Your Head.

This Is Not Good. This Is Not Right. My Feet Stick Out Of Bed All Night. And When I Pull Them In, Oh Dear! My Head Sticks Out Of Bed Out Here!

I Am The Lorax! I Speak For The Trees, Which You Seem To Be Chopping As Fast As You Please; But I Also Speak For The Brown Barbaloots, Who Frolicked And Played In Their Barbaloot Suits, Happily Eating Truffula Fruits. Now, Since You've Chopped The Trees To The Ground There's Not Enough Truffula Fruit To Go 'round! And My Poor Barbaloots Are All Feeling The Crummies Because They Have Gas, And No Food, In Their Tummies.

I Start Drawing, And Eventually The Characters Involve Themselves In A Situation. Then In The End, I Go Back And Try To Cut Out Most Of The Preachments.