Well, it sure has been quite a long time. I must say I feel rather guilty, and I'll endeavor to do better. This chapter is from Pipsqueak's point of view. Please read and enjoy!

I was doing just as the Lorax instructed: watching. I watched my human as he lay motionless on his bed, breathing heavily sometimes, lightly others.

I watched. I watched for anything that might change in his manner; a cough, a shift, perhaps he'd open his eyes. Nothing. The minute something happened, though, I'd be off like a shot to tell Melinda, the Swomee-Swan waiting outside for any news. She was to fly in the direction the Lorax had gone and tell him just as soon as I had finished telling her. But nothing was happening yet.

I curled up at his side, careful not to jostle him or fall asleep myself. I'll admit I was tired, doing all of this watching. It's a tiring thing to do. You keep your eyes open for hours on end without even a little cat nap for relief. Not that I cat nap, no. I Bar-ba-loot nap. It's a whole different thing.

I was startled into sitting up straight. What was that noise? Glancing at my human, I slowly left the bed and crept over to the door for a peek outside. Hm, the sun was rising. Had I been up all night? No wonder I was tired. It was a rather nice day as well; the shining reddish sun of the morning hours, Truffula trees blowing in a light breeze... I rhymed. And I commented on the weather. I needed sleep.

A movement a small ways away caught my eye. It looked orange, short, tall, and split into three different parts as it came closer. The Lorax! Finally! I had better not let him catch me not watching, or he might get angry. I scrambled back into the tent and hopped up onto the bed, landing as lightly as I possibly could so as not to jostle the mattress. No change.

If I had any concept of time, I would have said it was approximately five minutes later that the Lorax arrived with two new humans that I had never before seen. They looked exactly alike, and it took me a moment to realize that I was not, in fact, seeing double from a major lack of sleep. The Lorax took me up into his arms while the two look-alikes went up to my human's bed, one of them dropping the bag he was carrying on the floor and unzipping it. What were they doing? What were they going to do? I attempted to worm my way out of the Lorax's vise-like grip to no avail.

"Calm down," the Lorax whispered in my ear. I paused for only a moment before returning to my struggles. The Lorax held on tighter. I considered biting him, but I didn't enjoy the thought of being reprimanded for my actions, so I thought better of it.

"Seriously, Pipsqueak, I'm gonna make you wait outside." I froze. The Lorax relented his grip slightly so I could breathe. "That's better," he said. I resumed my previous duty, and watched. After a few minutes (again, speaking as though I had a grasp on the complexities of time), I pointed at the two humans that looked so much alike. One of them removed a small glass tube with red stuff in it from my human's mouth and looked at it. What he was doing, I had no clue. The Lorax didn't understand what I was getting at. I pointed again, first at the twin-guy on the right, then at the twin-guy on the left. Then I shrugged. The Lorax looked at me in mild confusion for a moment before it hit him.

"Oh," he said. "They're his brothers." I believe that my eyes widened considerably at that. They didn't look much alike. Maybe a bit in the face, but they weren't nearly as tall as my human.

I tried once more to slip away from the Lorax, and this time he allowed me to drop the two centimeters to the floor. Crawling cautiously over to the newcomers, I gently tugged on one of their pant legs. He looked down as though a tarantula (whatever that is) was crawling up his leg. Once he got over the initial shock though, I think he liked me. He patted my head, then turned back to my human as I wandered over to the other one. He reacted much the same way. I decided then that I liked them. They were all right guys, and they may or may not be my human's siblings, which could be considered a plus.

I watched them intently as they fussed. I wasn't sure what steam from boiling water would do, or what those small yellow hard things that came out of a tin were, but they made my human eat them when he woke up. I must admit that I almost started laughing at the look on his face when he opened his eyes to find two more people in the tent. I couldn't really place the exact emotions conveyed, but it made for an interesting facial expression. I saw the Lorax smirk out of the corner of my eye when it happened.

I was finally allowed to crawl back onto the bed to check on him myself after what felt like a long, long time. I'm not sure that I wasn't able to before, nobody said I couldn't, but I got the feeling it would be better if I didn't intrude. However, the two new guys had gone outside for some reason I hadn't caught while they were telling the Lorax, and I didn't find any harm in crawling up over the sheets. My human was sleeping again, though much less fitfully now. I nudged my way under one of his arms and curled up beside him, deciding that now was as good a time as any to finally get that sleep I'd worked so hard for. I let the sound of his less-hitched breathing reassure me that now that his brothers (or so the Lorax claimed; personally, I'd never believe it) were here with their backpack full of glass tubes and miracle-working yellow things, he was well on his way to recovery.