☆-PART ONE-

Onceler was exhausted, he couldn't sell one single thneed. He'd journeyed deep into the forest to even set up his dream to make money for himself and his family, too even set up his own shop! his dreams of making it big with his invention seeming farther away than ever.

Onceler trudged into the tent, his shoulders slumped, and his usually cheerful demeanor extinguished. yet did little to lift the cloud of melancholy shadowing his usually bright gaze. As his eyes met yours, he sighed, the weight of his mother's words seemingly suffocating him.

You could see the sadness and self-doubt in his eyes as he clutched onto the thneed in his hand.