CHAPTER. 1) = Poets Block / "I am Late!"
(TWILIGHT was taking her dog SPIKE for a walk in a nearby park to take a break from her stress from writers block. She was trying to write a funny poem for her friend PINKIE PIE as a present for her birthday that was coming up in the next day or two. After 30 minutes or so, she decided to take a break from the walk, and sit by a nearby tree. She tied Spike to a nearby pole and started to rub her eyes beneath her glasses exhaling deeply. She is trying to come up with an idea. She then had a thought, so she took out her small journal and sparkly pen from her purse, and started to write in her journal.)
TWILIGHT: (citing her poem)"Happy Birthday Pinkie, from your friend Twil-Y. You always find a way to make people giggle, even when we feel like…"Hmm. what rhymes with Giggle? Wiggle? No. Buckle? Definitely not…(groans) Oh why do I always get myself in a pickle every time that I try to write…(She gasps) WAIT! (speaks with a Cookie Monster like voice with her eyes staring into space) PICKLE! (she writes that word down) "We're in a Pickle."Perfect. (clears her throat and reads it again)"Happy Birthday Pinkie, from your friend Twil-Y. You always find a way to make people giggle, even when we feel like we are in a Pickle. You fill us with Joy. You fill us with Glee. You always…Something, Something, Something!(She groans loudly)
SPIKE: Come on Twilight, You are way over thinking it.
TWILIGHT: This is Pinkie Pie's Birthday poem Spike. It has to be perfect. She can't just accept any poem, let alone any form of writing that makes no sense!
SPIKE: I would be surprised if she didn't. (TWILIGHT glares at him) What? You know Pinkie!
TWILIGHT: I Just want to make this very special Spike. I mean Her birthday is literally coming up tomorrow, and I barely got anything written down. And I have read LOTS of great poetry in my life. This should be easy! WHAT DID I EVER DO TO YOU POETRY!
SPIKE: Why don't you just get her a gift card to that Quesadillas restaurant she always talks abou-(sees her half scared-half mad face. TWILIGHT had a strange fear of Quesadillas. She never liked how very cheesy they were.) Ok, Ok. Let's just stick with the poem then. Hehe.
TWILIGHT: Oh Why do I have to live in a world where people don't speak in rhyme?
SPIKE: Because it's often a pain in the neck to talk that way, and it would be super duper weird. I mean come on, a world where people always talk in rhyme? That's nonsensical. (SPIKE laughs) Next you are going to tell me that Rainbow Dash is a fashion designer in that world too.
TWILIGHT: Wait a minute, what did you just say?
SPIKE: (confused) Rainbow Dash is a fashion designer?
TWILIGHT: No not that. The one you said before that.
SPIKE: That's nonsensical?
TWILIGHT: Nonsense? Spike you are a genius!
SPIKE: I am? I-I Mean, I am! Of Course. (He chuckles) How am I genius exactly?
TWILIGHT: Nonsense! I have to make my rhymes sillier. Pinkie thrives on silly! (TWILIGHT took out her pen) alright, what nonsensical word rhymes with "Glee."
(TWILIGHT starts taping her notebook. She does this for a while. SPIKE gets bored and looks around for something to do, considering how he is tied to a pole. The sun was shinning towards the tree they were sitting under, which caused a long shadow of that tree to appear on the ground. SPIKE noticed his shadow too and began to make ridiculous poses, shadow puppetry, and dance like silly to amuse himself. SPIKE laughed at his shadowy little show. A moment later though his laughter stopped, as he saw another shadow walking by in the distance…the shadow of a small, odd-looking man. SPIKE turned his head around, with his mouth wide open, as he saw the man. SPIKE immediately started barking at the odd-looking man, causing TWILIGHT (who was dozing off a little) to wake up with a startle.)
TWILIGHT: gah! Spike! Cut it out Spike!
SPIKE: B-B-But Twilight, who is that Man?! What kind of man is he?! (calling out) HEY WEIRD LITTLE MAN! WHO ARE YOU!
TWILIGHT: (Pulling back SPIKE) Spike, don't be so rude. It's just a typical small man walking in the- (The odd looking man stopped where he is walking, and turned around to the two. TWILIGHT and SPIKE were shocked from the odd-man's appearance.)
TWILIGHT & SPIKE: G-AAAA!
(Now I am not really sure how to describe the odd-man. In words of Dr. Seuss: "He was shortish, oldish, brownish, and mossy. And he spoke with a voice that was sharpish and bossy.")
THE LORAX (Odd-man): Weird little man? Weird little man?! Now, you better think before you speak young little pup! I don't know what your problem is? But you need to lighten up.
TWILIGHT: I am so sorry sir. I am sure Spike didn't mean it? What...I mean, WHO are you exactly?
THE LORAX: Miss, If you will let me be? I am the Lorax. I speak for the trees, and I…(THE LORAX pulls out a pocket watch out of his pocket) Oh My goodness look at the time! I better get going if you please! I really would like to stay and talk, but my business cannot wait. (He looks at his watch again, and starts to really panic as he runs off into the woods) GREAT SWOMEE-SWANS! I AM LATE! I AM LATE! I AM LATE!
TWILIGHT: That's strange. What could he possibly be late for? And how can he talk in rhyme? (gasps) HE CAN TALK IN RHYME?!
(TWILIGHT unties SPIKE's lead from the tree, packs up her things into her purse, and begins to chase after THE LORAX. )
SPIKE: (While running with TWILIGHT) Twilight what are you doing?!
TWILIGHT: I am going to find out if that man might be able to help me with my writer's block.
SPIKE: (sighs to himself) This won't end well.
(TWILIGHT and SPIKE dash their way right into the forest following THE LORAX, who surprisingly runs very fast for a little guy like him.)
TWILIGHT: (calling out to THE LORAX) Please Sir! Wait!
THE LORAX: (muttering) Oh Dear, Oh Great! Oh Dear, Oh Great! Why do I have to be late on this very date?! I refuse to let this happen. I refuse to let this be. I must get back home now, for the sake of the trees.
TWILIGHT: (panting a little) it must be a very important event, judging from his lack of communication?
SPIKE: (painting more heavily than TWILIGHT) why does…He have to…be so…run so fast!
(TWILIGHT notices SPIKE'S exhausted look, and picks him up. SPIKE is now underneath TWILIGHT'S right arm. TWILIGHT continues to run.)
TWILIGHT: Don't worry Spike, I gotcha. (Calls out to the non-stop running LORAX ahead) Mr. Lorax! Wait! WAIT!
THE LORAX: (Yelling back) No! No! I do not have time to talk! I do not have time to stop! If I don't make it back by the time of my clock, My trees are going to get chopped! I have until quarter past eight until my trees meet their fate. I am Late! I am Late! I AM LATE!
(With that word, THE LORAX then dived into a small gap/hole at the bottom of what appeared to be a large hedge/bush of some sort. TWILIGHT's running screeched to a halt, almost hitting the wall-like bush.)
*(In the next chapter, Twilight will follow where The Lorax is going. What exactly IS the Lorax late for? There is no way of knowing. She will encounter some great Ups and great Downs at such a bunch, this chapter will certainly be quite a punch. Especially when Twilight bumps into Mr. Hunch.)*
Author's Notes
This is my very first Fanfic project so PLEASE bear with me. I am an aspiring writer trying to improve my writing skills and abilities as I work on this "Seuss-ian" project. I am aiming and striving to develop a unique personal style, much like the "Doc" himself. My idea of a re-telling of the classic "Alice in Wonderland" story through the works of Dr. Seuss dates back to my early childhood. I absolutely loved Dr. Seuss and Alice in Wonderland growing up as a kid. I noticed throughout my life the close similarities between the world of Wonderland, and the world of Seuss. Since then, I always wanted to find a way to bring the two worlds together, but kept putting it on hold. I didn't know what medium I wanted to use, nor what character I should use to represent Alice. I knew the "Alice" had to be someone outside the Dr. Seuss canon in order to make the story effective. When I was introduced to the show My Little Pony in 2017, and saw the character Twilight Sparkle, I immediately knew that she was perfect for the role of "Alice." From then on, I had found the story that I wanted to tell. I hope you enjoy this new "Seuss-ian" take on the Lewis Carrol story.
(Disclaimer: I don't own ANY properties of Dr. Seuss, My Little Pony/Equestria Girls, or Alice in Wonderland, and I do not make any money from the writing of this story.)