"A company's an animal that's trying to survive; it's struggling and fighting just to keep itself alive."
With every moment, his company grew and grew. Each and every thneed sale was a taste of life. There were obstacles of course; no company went without them.
Once-ler at times had to make shady deals, do shady things just to make sure he'd stay on top. His integrity was only but a fairytale dreamed up by the media to showcase his animalistic ways.
There were days when sales would plummet so low, he'd fear the end was near. That was when he'd commit his dirtiest deeds. His shadow would lurk in the dark alleys of Green-ville, a tall creature hunting its prey. The green gloves hid the many marks of impurity, hiding his shame.
The sunglasses hid his bloodshot eyes that painted a picture of an over tired, hollowed out man with nothing but the things he owned. Nothing could stop the feeding of his company, not even him.
With every day his company grew and thrived, much more plentiful than the depleting trees. It fed off of Once-ler like a hungry leech, looking for a meal of blood. It drank and drank until there was nothing left, because after all, it was the only way to survive.
