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Aw shucks!
Knowing that there are more ‘Once-ler’s out there, and all, that means so much. To just be....someone’s favorite anything that’s just really something! Thank you so much, anonymous note sender!
(This note seems kind of old. I’m glad I even got it all all, though.)
....woah...
...
...thats.....a lot of water.
M: ...you don’t say.
........
...what?
Journey: Woah woah woah, hey now, Melvin! Why’d you do that?
Melvin: Trust me. I did you a service.
Melvin: It was junk mail.
Journey: Melvin, I don’t mind how junky an ask is. I’m going to read all the mail I get! We haven’t got much else to do out here, do we? These people care about us too.
Journey: ...what did it say?
Melvin: Dunno. I couldn’t read it.
. . .
Oh boy!! I’m sorry, but we must have been outside in the sun too long, huh Melvin???
I can’t BELIEVE you think you’re human!
Ha Ha HA!!
And-and,think that you can TALK too?! PFFF--AHAH!!!
M- ....Sure, kid. Whatever. Sometimes you make no goshdarn sense and it’s not just because you don’t speak mule.
But sometimes he’d talk about his mother. He’d give pardon for coming to the fence late with breakfast because he’d been helping her out at the house.
I hardly ever saw the lady. I don’t know what she thought of the kid or his trip.
...The day we left I think I heard her crying.
...with some ambitious kid...
And his mule.........
.....
...
Heh heh heh...yeah, he sure is lucky to have me.
Add that all up....and you’ve got how long.
Not too long, considering things.
The last thing he needs is to lose his trust in me. I know what I’m doing.
If I tell him what I really think about what he holds dear, he won’t like me anymore. It’s that Simple.
He can’t pull that cart all by himself.
thefaceofthneedinc said: WHAT IN THE TARNATION HAPPENED HERE?
Hmpth. You've made your point.
...what am I supposed to do?
