The Lorax doesn't sleep, exactly. He rests. He recharges. But he doesn't really sleep like humans and animals. So one second he's seated on his bed, brainstorming ways to get home, and the next he's there.
The Truffula Forest. The Valley. Home.
Why's he so surprised, exactly? It's not like he's left! In fact, he's got a barbaloot tugging on his arm and oh, he wants help getting that fruit? Sheesh, has he gotta do all the work? Keepin' an eye on Beanpole, and now his family...
Wait, didn't his family leave?
...No, they just got here.
No! No, they left! They did!
What in wocket is going on?!
The Lorax sets off, ignoring what he's sure is just a memory filled with healthy trees in favor of answers and a way out. Seems like that's all he's been looking for lately.
The Lorax, The Truffula Forest
The Truffula Forest. The Valley. Home.
Why's he so surprised, exactly? It's not like he's left! In fact, he's got a barbaloot tugging on his arm and oh, he wants help getting that fruit? Sheesh, has he gotta do all the work? Keepin' an eye on Beanpole, and now his family...
Wait, didn't his family leave?
...No, they just got here.
No! No, they left! They did!
What in wocket is going on?!
The Lorax sets off, ignoring what he's sure is just a memory filled with healthy trees in favor of answers and a way out. Seems like that's all he's been looking for lately.