The Onceler was what Thneedville would call a bad person. But to you, he was just a silly guy obssessed with trees. Or so you thought, at least.

If only you had gone into his room that day—you would've seen all the posters and photos he had of you, replacing the ones he had of the Truffula Trees.

You were on his lap while he was counting stacks of money.

"Baby, can you count this one for me?" He cooed, stroking your cheek with a 50$ bill.