A couple of months have passed since you've seen any trees close to where you are now. Throughout these months, Onceler had built a manufacturing plant that was combined of a factory for making his Thneeds and a mansion in which to satisfy his family and himself of the luxury life, and soon parted you and himself away from your cozy little tent -house in the woods and into the luxurious plantation, miles away from it. You always told yourself This isn't the Oncey I know; none of this is his fault. It's his family that had to come and ruin everything. He's only trying to do right by his mother, make her proud.

You were in your room, which was filled with fancy furniture that was a little too fancy for your taste. Your walk in closet filled with clothes you don't even wear, and Thneeds of all colors; the ones that didn't fit in your closet or dresser were left on the floor. You sat on your bed, brushing your hair. Swarming your room, besides Thneeds, were homeless bar-ba-loots and swoomee-swans whose homes were destroyed along with half the forest and some fish that you kept in a big enough aquarium. You willingly let them stay in your room where they would be safe from what lied beyond the mansion. You sat your brush down on the nightstand and pet the bar-ba-loot that was sitting next to you. Your depressed face gave them all saddened ones.

You scanned the room for what felt like the millionth time, now, and told yourself for what felt like the millionth time I should appreciate all that he has done and given me. Not all girls have a room like this and a super rich boyfriend.

You frowned. Who seems to want to spend his time counting money than spend time with his girlfriend anymore.

You got up from your bed and opened the door that led out to the balcony. You looked at what used to be filled with color but was now gray and gloomy. Smog filled the air, the nearby lakes were polluted with black goop, and the area was surrounded by tree stumps. You saw beyond the fog was still a living patch of brightly colored Truffula trees. That was where you wanted to be. That was where you and Onceler have shared your most precious memories. That was where your tree was; the one that had yours and Onceler's name on it to symbolize your love. You had thought that one day, you and Onceler would have married and had kids. You had hoped to build a house in the forest about where the tent was still.

But, no. You would have to hold up on a dream like that for now.

"Excuse me, Miss _," said a voice from behind you. You looked behind you to find Norman, the butler, standing in the doorway. You found him as your only friend, besides the fish, birds, and bar-ba-loots that would actually make time to listen to you; your boyfriend spent his hours making business deals and counting earnings. Norman was an elderly man and had to have help with certain chores, which you gladly lent your time to help him, because you really had nothing else better to do.

"Norman," you said in relief. You spent many of your days by yourself so you were used to being alone, but you were still quite jumpy to any sounds.

"Dinner is ready, Miss," he said, then turned around and waited for you to leave the balcony, which you did, and he closed the balcony doors behind you.

Opening the doors into the dining room, Norman entered with you following him, three bar-ba-loots and a swoomee-swan following you. Dinner for tonight, was once again chicken, because that was his aunt Grizeldathumb's favorite. Isabella proclaimed as you walked in, "Oh, you finally show up. It took you long enough." You sent her a glare as you sat down. "Don't look at me like that," she said as she shot you back a glare, with you turning your eyes towards Onceler, who was seated at the head of the table leaned back in his chair, not saying a word. His sunglasses were covering his face so you couldn't see his eyes.

"Anyway," said Isabella. "I'd like to propose a toast, to selling the one millionth Thneed this afternoon. I am so proud of my favorite son, Onceler." "Cheers!" said the whole room, you saying it last and without a smile. "Oh please, _," said Isabella. "Can't you be proud of your boyfriend."

"Who says I'm not, unlike you," you replied.

Her eyes widened in disbelief, "Excuse me. Who do you think you're talking to?"

"You obviously," you said standing up with both your hands on the table. The swoomee-swan and bar-ba-loots hid under your chair. "I've been supporting him when you haven't. You told him he wouldn't get anywhere in life. You never showed him any support at all, and when his Thneeds become successful, you embrace him in open arms? That shows how manipulative, cold-hearted, and selfish you are Isabella, and I still don't see why he puts up with you."

Norman and the rest of Onceler's family stared at the two of you in shock. Onceler was leaning forward in his seat.

Isabella stared at you and soon glared, "You… disrespectful thing."

The swoomee-swan that had coward under your chair soon backed out from under it, then he saw Grizeldathumb take a bite out of the chicken and passed out. You saw him faint and rushed over to his aid, picking him up and cradling him.

"And why do you drag these vermin's around everywhere you go?" yelled Isabella. "Bret, Chet, take these animals outside where they belong."

"No!" you yelled as Bret and Chet got up and tried to snatch him out of your hands, which turned into an all out tug-a-war. Then soon, Grizeldathumb and Uncle Ubb decide to join in and helped Bret and Chet in the tug-a-war, while the bar-ba-loots helped you, or at least were trying to, and soon Norman pitched in also.

"Honestly Onceler," said Isabella who was looking at her son, who was still sitting at the end of the table. "You could do SO much better than this girl." You overhearing it, turned to your boyfriend who was still expressionless, and nearly started to cry but took all your anger out on the tug-a-war.

Two of the bar-ba-loots finally just crawled on your arms and over to Bret and Chet's and bit their hands while the other bit one of their legs, causing them to screech in pain and cause the four of them to fall back on the table, making the food spill out on the floor.

"ENOUGH!" yelled Onceler smacking his hands on the table and quickly standing up. The room went silent as he whipped the sunglasses off his face.

"Everyone leave this room, NOW!" He pointed at Norman, "Norman, clean up this mess, and _," he pointed at you, "I'd like to have a word with you in my office, please," he said in an angered voice.