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Pneumonia and Pancakes Chapter 5His friend was having a hard time waking up. "Come on kid," the Lorax said nudging him a little. "Says here 'm supposed to put this under your tongue," he commented
"I got it," he said sleepily taking the small thermometer in his own hand and slipping it under his tongue. He knew it was bad when the red stripe steadily rose. He didn't have much energy left to look at it so he just closed his eyes.
"'s stopped what do we do with it now?"
He lifted his heavy eye lids and took it out and looked at it. His eyebrows rose a little. Had he really allowed this to get this bad? He set it down on his nightstand and looked back at his friend who was staring at him with a 'well what did it say?' look.
"It wasn't that bad," he bluffed.
"You're a terrible liar you know that bean pole." He stated.
"I'm not lying," he said sleepily.
He knew he was lying and he swore that was all over his face from the bright red flushing across his cheeks and the bridge of his nose to the glassy look in his eyes. He w
Pneumonia and Pancakes Chapter 8 He'd gotten his wish. He saw her. She was a sweet girl in his class the only friend of the Once-ler.
"I think your inventions are fun." She grinned. "I like 'em. There so different from what we have here. They just don't see that the world takes all types ya know?"
"Yeah," he smiled. She was two years older than he was. She was funny and sweet and kind. She had messy strawberry colored hair and big green eyes.
"You know what would be fun?" She asked.
"Starting a business creating something that everyone in the whole wide world needs. With your guitar and singing voice and my brains on how to make it super eco friendly, man you and me kid we could have the WHOLE WORLD ON OUR SIDE!"
"What would we call it?"
"We'll to make a real catchy jingle it has to rhyme with need."
"How about Thneed!" He shouted.
"Yeah! It even has the word need in it." She giggled. "You're pretty savvy for a first grader."
"You're not gross or annoying for a girl."
"Compliment accepted." She grinned
Pneumonia and Pancakes Chapter 9This had to be it. There was no way he could go through this anymore. A person could only take so much.
"Come on kid," the Lorax coaxed. Pipsqueak was crying. He pulled on Once-ler's fingers. "You gotta stay with me you have to sell your Thneed. Ya know the thing that cha claim everyone needs? Come on kid."
"No . . . c'n't do it 'ny more." He whimpered.
"You've gotta try kid, come on sit up bean pole." The Lorax looked at the boy. His face was flushed from his hairline down. He had dark circles around his eyes. He looked as though he was about to give up. His chest heaved for air a few times.
"Kid shhh . . . take some deep breaths." The Lorax coaxed. "Try and settle down."
"No more," he jerked away. "No, no please no more."
"Bean pole?" The Lorax asked taking the boy's hand. He put his hand against the kid's chest. The boy's heart was racing. Once-ler gave a few small cries of pain.
"'m coming 'Drey." He whispered. "I'm coming."
"Kid?" The Lorax asked giving the boy's hand a
Pneumonia and Pancakes Chapter 6The Lorax attempted to wake Once-ler awhile later, but nothing he tried worked. He then recalled this was the same guy who had his bed hit the door several times and didn't wake up. He tried shaking him a little but nothing worked.
"Wake up kid," he said.
He didn't get any response. He took a closer look at the boy and noticed beads of sweat falling down his face. His hair was plastered to his pale and flushed faced. His mouth was open just enough to allow air in.
The Lorax gently laid a paw against Once-ler's forehead. "Jeeze kid, ever do anything by the halves?" He asked. The boy's eyelashes flickered but he didn't wake.
"Come on kid, I need to try and get some water in ya," he said trying to wake the teenager up. "Come on kid," he said rubbing circles on Once-ler's hand. He grabbed the damp Thneed again and dabbed Once-ler's face.
He was lost in thoughts. He heard a loud thump from his first tree hitting the ground. He saw his younger self reaching out as hi
Pneumonia and Pancakes Chapter 2They left him to sleep. However, not long after they left he started to get really fussy. His black hair stuck to his child like face. He started to cry. He held his chest tightly. His chest started to hurt more and more. He was having a lot of trouble breathing and no one was around. He was scared.
He pounded on his chest trying to cough or breathe or something. He was starting to feel dizzy and was starting to get more upset.
"Bean pole," he heard the voice of the Lorax, "Jeeze I leave you alone for a few minutes . . ."
The teenager just continued his futile struggle. "Help . . . please . . ." he wheezed.
"See if you cut down too many trees everybody's going to feel like this." The Lorax said patting the teen's back trying to calm him down.
The Once-ler tried to force a smile but failed as he continued to cry. He curled onto his side trying to keep his breathing under control. The Lorax took one of his hands. "Do you want something to drink?'
He got a small nod.
Pneumonia and Pancakes Chapter 3By the time tomorrow had rolled around the fever was definitely worse. The light freckling of his cheeks was hidden by the feverish flushing. The Thneed was actually really useful, to the Lorax's surprise. It was able to cool his forehead and his neck at the same time simply because of its length.
The Lorax gently lifted a glass with a straw up to his lips. He'd squeezed a little bit of juice from the Truffula Tree's berries and watered it down a little.
"Come on kid, ya gotta try and keep your strength up," the Lorax said to him nudging Once-ler's ckeek with his fingers.
He noticed the young human's eyes trying to open. He was able to drink a little before falling back again. His eyebrows knit themselves together.
"Here come on sit up again bean pole, come on," he said offering him the cool sweet water again. He was able to get a little more into the boy.
Once-ler gave a little groan. "Thanks Mustache," he attempted a small smile.
"I speak for the trees, for the creatures, for the wat
Pneumonia and Pancakes Chapter 4Someone's hand was rubbing his cheek and his hair. He looked at the individual in question his vision was hazy. The Humming Fish were humming to him softly. The Lorax was rubbing his cheek with the wet Thneed and Pip-squeak was gently playing with his hair.
"I didn't mean to wake you bean pole try and get back to sleep."
Once-ler looked a little confused. He tried to make out some of the images but he couldn't lift his eyelids more than half way.
"Well since you're up here, kid," he placed a straw in the boy's mouth and once more nudged the boy's cheek.
He tasted a very mild sweetness in his mouth. He swallowed and the process was repeated.
"Alright bean pole, that's good enough for now," the Lorax said patting his hand before tucking him back in.
"Th-thanks a-again Mustache," he slurred a little.
"No problem kid. I speak for the trees, for nature, for animals, for all of these." He said sadly. He knew enough about humans to know that they couldn't last long if their body's got too hot
Pneumonia and Pancakes Chapter 1He woke up. His arms hurt and so did his head. Pip-Squeak was sitting on the end of his bed looking at him quizzically. The young man on the bed groaned a little. His body slumped back on the pillows. He didn't want to try and sell that Thneed again, at least, not today. He knew he had to try. It was try number four. He was ready to just give up.
He patted Pip-Squeak on the head and headed for town. He was used to the reception he got by now. He accepted the raw tomatoes and fled back to his forest home. He didn't feel very well. The animals had been living in his home for about a week and he wasn't pleased with it. He was distracted and he nearly fell out of the wagon when a stab of pain through his chest startled him. He started to cough a little and Mervin sped up a little.
The young man started to groan. His arm was about his chest. The cart came crashing through the forest. The animals all came to see what the matter was. Pip-Squeak ran up to the Once-ler and snuggled into him. Th
Pneumonia and Pancakes Chapter 7With the visions came painful stomach cramps and nausea. He started to get really upset. He was confused and nonsensical.
"Come on kid, you need to drink something," the Lorax pressed. "Come on. Try to keep this down okay kid?" He pressed again.
He got a faint groan in response. The fever had started to cause dehydration. He was so confused. His eyelids were really heavy. He was tired.
"Come on kid," he let Pipsqueak rub his cheek when he put the straw in his mouth. It was taking quite an effort to get the water into his body.
He groaned as he clutched his stomach.
"What's wrong kid? It's your stomach isn' it?"
He nodded. His eye brows knit together but there were no tears. He was inconsolable and fussy. He was shaking with chills and was simply beside himself.
"I need you to sit up kid; I need you to keep trying to drink this alright? I promise it's going to make you feel better."
He was really confused the world was spinning way to fast. He closed his eyes trying to will it to stop.
How Bad Can I Be? [Once-Ler Fanfic, Chapter One]Author's Note: This is a fanfiction for the pairing of Young!Once-Ler/YoungGrammyNorma from the 2012 film version of Dr. Seuss's "The Lorax". If you don't agree with any of this, then I suggest that you do not read. ALSO! If you haven't seen the movie yet and don't want to be spoiled, then DO NOT READ. SPOILERS AHEAD. Thank you!
Chapter One : Everybody Needs A Thneed
Nights in the Truffula Forest were always calm, it seemed. In all the time that Once-Ler had been out here, trying his best to sell his wares, he had never seen it so much as drizzle. But surely there had to be some form of precipitation out here, otherwise the colorful foliage would never be able to grow as tall and vibrantly as they did. Still, he had been here for nearly two weeks now, and a raindrop had yet to fall from the sky. Tonight was no exception. The sky was especially beautiful, velvety blue and dappled with bright stars. Once-Ler cast an occassional adm
Crowns of the Kingdom 6Crowns of the Kingdom
Chapter 6: Weirdness in the Wild West
To underscore the point, there was nothing wrong with Frontierland per se. That wasn't the problem at all. Every prop, from the barrels outside the dry goods store to the genuine hide tepees in the Indian village, was the right size and shape and in the right place. What made the Fab Five feel hair-raising (and in one case feather-raising) apprehension was nothing that would show up in a photograph...or, for that matter, any scientific measuring device of any kind.
Without any single element seeming bigger, or brighter, or bolder, or indeed different in any expressible way, Frontierland felt somehow more than it ought to have been. The sharper smells could very well be due to some quirk of the weather--unseasonably low barometric pressure, say, or abnormally high humidity. But no prosaic atmospheric fluctuation could account for the eerie sense, almost subliminal, that the area wasn't as empty as it appeared...th
Crowns of the Kingdom 2Crowns of the Kingdom
Chapter 2: Disneyland Devolved
Words are false things: having no reality of their own, they merely stand in for reality. That is why they so often fail to measure up to their task of description and codification. People know this intuitively, which is why lifes starkest moments evoke no words at all, only raw, visceral reaction to the storm of experience.
Mickey Mouses cry as Maleficents unholy maelstrom stole the symbolic crowns from the towers of Sleeping Beautys Castle, as it devoured them whole, was a wordless crypurely emotive, every form of psychological suffering distilled into one long ululation. The sound might have broken even the Wicked Fairys heart, if she had one, had it not been drowned out by her own laughter, swelling as the blister of a burn swells, surging as a tidal bore surges along a black river under the Full Moon, transforming along the way from mocking to maniacally merry.
With the disappearance of the la
Crowns of the Kingdom 1
Crowns of the Kingdom
Chapter 1: Best-Laid Plans
There are some cases where no amount of preparation seems quite enough. All the planning, all the precautions, all the checklists and troubleshooting and second-guessing something might still go wrong. It tends to induce a sort of low-grade neurosis.
It was a state of mind that Mickey Mouse was growing quite accustomed to as the launching of Disneylands 50th anniversary celebration, the Happiest Homecoming on Earth, drew near. This was the most important event the park had seen since well, since Opening Day; everything had to be perfect. And there was so much to do, so many opportunities to invoke Murphys Law!
Fortunately, all his friends were pitching in to make the celebration a success. Whatever their failings might be, people like Donald and Goofy were reliable in a pinch. So with less than an hour to go, as item after item on the final checklist came up ready, Mickey actually felt more-or-less on top of
Crowns of the Kingdom 12Crowns of the Kingdom
Chapter 12: Help From Unexpected Quarters
Principally, it resembled a lobster in both size and form, albeit with an extra pair of powerful pincers and a tail that no one would ever want to see on their dinner plate. Its eyes, though, were huge and staring and softly luminescent and not remotely crustacean. It scratched gently at the inside of the bubble as though in a half-hearted escape attempt.
"Where did you say you found it again?" asked Merlin.
"Between the Matterhorn and the Submarine Lagoon," Merryweather repeated patiently.
"Fascinating," the aged wizard said, prodding the bubble with one finger, as one might a fishbowl. "Hello in there, little one."
"Good gracious, Merlin, it's not a pet!" Flora gasped. "It's a servant to Maleficent!"
"I'm certain it can't do any harm as long as it's in there. I trust you ladies' abilities."
The three Good Fairies had encountered the strange creature by a stroke of luck during one of their many retreads of Fantasyland, wh
Crowns of the Kingdom 8Crowns of the Kingdom
Chapter 8: Launching Phase Two
Everyone occasionally forgets something which, if they had remembered it, would have saved them a lot of time and trouble. Mickey alighted on the drawbridge of Sleeping Beauty Castle and immediately smacked his forehead.
"What is it, Mickey?" asked Minnie.
"I forgot that it's 1965 now. I just climbed down the front of the Castle when I could have taken the stairs inside!"
"Considering what you've been through today--this decade--I think you're entitled to a little absent-mindedness," Minnie giggled. "Now come get re-acquainted with some old friends!"
The Plaza Hub was abuzz with joy and laughter. There was a conditional quality to it--not so many had yet been rescued from Inpotentia, after all--but it was a welcome sound all the same. The characters that had been passing time in Fantasyland flooded out to greet the new arrivals, their amnesia apparently cured by the jump ahead in Disneyland's timeline.
Mickey watched the noisy reunio
Pneumonia and Pancakes EpilogueHe was well enough within a few days to go back to town and try and sell his Thneed. He failed once and went back one last time before finally becoming angry enough that he threw it. He never knew that that would be the cause of his success or his fall from glory.
He thought back on this time he spent with his animal friends.
"'Drey? How much longer before the 'wonderful surprise?'" He wondered out loud. "Because you have no idea what I wouldn't give for trees, another round with pneumonia and some pancakes," he said looking out on his wasteland.
She said. She promised! All he had to do was wait. So, he took wood and boarded up his window. "You said wait. So, here I am 'Drey I'm waiting."
To depression, for creating days without endWake up to the realization that you've been awake
for seconds, minutes, hours.
You've been awake in this warm, dark room
and you don't know how long it's been
but now you're conscious
and it starts again--
the pain, strong and steady, in your chest.
You gain consciousness in this too warm morning
and your thoughts whir in endless loops
because it's either that or face the weight in your chest.
Light breaks though the window, soft and unwelcome
but you take it as a reluctant gift--
a new distraction from the feelings awake in your chest.
Awake, but not conscious.
So you think yourself in circles a little while longer
waiting for those quiet pains
(the constant reminder)
to gain consciousness.
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