THE JUNGLE OF NOOL PERSPECTIVE
On the fifteenth of May, in the jungle of Nool, in the heat of the day, in the cool of the pool, was Horton the elephant. Everything was as a summer's day should be. Even the Star-Bellied Sneetches were singing in the trees. Everything was all well for Horton. That was until he heard it. The small cry for help in the distance.
"Help!"
He heard the cry float right by his ear, then travel in front of his face. The cry was coming from… A speck of dust? No, that can't be! That can't be true! Or could it…
Horton listened again, and he listen real hard. Until he heard it again!
"Help meeee!" It yelled.
Horton snatched up a clover, and caught the speck on the petals.
"Hello?" Horton whispered cautiously, as not to alarm whoever was living on that small speck of dust.
He waited a moment. Then two, then three. There was no response.
Then he realized; "He can't hear me, because their ears are so small! I have to be louder!" Horton took a deep breath in, then wailed, "HEEEEEEEEE-LLOOOOOOOOO!"
