You were always Onceler’s good friend… and his mother didn’t really like you. But neither of you really cared. So when he decided to leave his home to find something to make thneed from, he decided to take you with him. You did not mind. And that’s how you got where you are now. In the back or his carriage, lying dow while he plays his guitar… it was a beautiful day and there was a calm silence between you two, except for his guitar…