A Truffla seed. The Oncler said that it's something we need.
When the boy planted the seed, it made other seeds and that's something that the trees' population needs.
The few trees became a forest and the forest became even bigger. And deeper.
The Lorax was passing by and noticed the blue in the sky. And how the clouds were white. Especially that the sun could shine its light.
The Lorax flew down and saw an old man. He trying to bend down as much as he can.
"I'm too old for this!" the old man said, trying to push himself back up with his arm. "If I keep this up I might do myself some harm!"
The Lorax rolled his eyes. This is the man who put the blue in the skies?
"How long have you been doing this?"
"Oh, about 40 years! Years long and hard. It took just 10 to make this front yard!"
The Lorax asked if he can look around.
"Sure, just don't make too loud of a sound! The swany swans hate it and start to fall down!"
As he looked around, he noticed some people with guns on the ground.
He then saw swany swans dead.
"What have you done? Are you out of your head?"
"Look, I'm a hunter. Hunting is what I do! You know what, my wife could make a scarf out of you!"
"That's great, sir. But the swany swans are endagered! If you kill them, more won't be able to thrive. Soon, there won't be enough for the population to survive!"
"Oh, smart chimpmunk, eh? What am I supposed to do, feed my family hay? Chimpmunk if you don't shut, your life won't get any longer!"
"But I-"
Boom. The hunter pulled the trigger.