The Once-Ler has always been a very busy guy. Harvesting tuffs from the Truffla trees, sewing Thneeds, selling them. But one day, he was cleaning up some weeds, and the chemicals got in his eyes.

He went to the doctor, and they said he’d have to wait a bit to see if he was actually blind. As of now, he had to wear a blindfold over his eyes.

You had just finished cooking dinner and stepped into his room. He was sitting on the edge of his bed, stock-still, quiet.