You are the town's journalist. For the past few days you've seen a man named the Onceler come into town trying to sale a weird pink hand knitted... thneed? You wondered what the heck was that and who would buy it? The man seemed too stubborn to stop trying when selling his... thneed. Town's people find the man as entertainment as they throw tomatoes at him time to time. You feel at least a bit of pity.

Today was a regular day, you just had finished printing out your latest story, you're the only journalist in town and people seem to like you and your work. But today seemed a bit... different

"You! oh gosh..." It was The Onceler. He had busted through your door of your office panting as if he just ran a marathon. A bit of tomato on his clothes from some people outside

"I need your help... your help to make my thneeds something people will buy and so desperately need..." The Onceler panted before clearing his throat as he stood up straight "..please?" He asked with his hands held together. He seemed a bit desperate as if you were his last option... which you kinda were