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                                  Selections for a Reader's Theater - From The Lorax by Dr. Seuss
  Speaker 1 - Way back in the days when
                                    the grass was still green and the pond was still wet and the clouds were still clean,
  Speaker 2 - and
                                    the song of the Swomee-Swans rang out in space... one morning, I came to this glorious place. And I saw the trees! The Truffula Trees!
  Speaker 3 - The bright-colored tufts of the Truffula Trees! Mile after mile in the fresh
                                    morning breeze.
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  Speaker 4 - "Mister!" he said with a sawdusty sneeze, "I am the Lorax. I speak for the trees. I speak for the trees, for the trees have no tongues. And I'm
                                    asking you sir, at the top of my lungs" -- he was very upset as he shouted and puffed -- "What's that
                                    THING you've made out of my Truffula tuft?"
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  Speaker 1 - "Look Lorax," 
                                    I said.  "There's no cause for alarm. I chopped just one tree.  I am doing no harm.
  Speaker
                                    2 - I'm being quite useful.  This thing is a Thneed. A Thneed's a Fine-Something-That All-People-Need! It's a shirt.  It's a sock.  It's a glove.  It's a hat.
  Speaker 3 - But it has
                                    other uses.  Yes, far beyond that. You can use it for carpets.  For pillows!  For sheets! Or curtains! 
                                    Or covers for bicycle seats!"
  Speaker 4 - The Lorax said, "Sir! You are crazy with greed. There
                                    is no one on Earth  who would buy that fool Thneed!"
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  1 - "But now,"
                                    says the Once-ler, "Now that you're here, the word of the Lorax seems perfectly clear. UNLESS
                                    someone like you cares a whole lot, nothing is going to get better. It's not.
  
                                  
                                 
                                 
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