...I speak for the trees

So it seems I am not the only person who has taken great offence to the tree felling. Last night a secret squirrel (and no it was not me) 'tagged' the wall behind which the trees used to stand. As I write this there is someone trying to wash it off, but it is going to be on the front page of the local paper regardless. So although the trees are now woodchips there is still a voice reminding us that we need to try and stop this from happening again.

The Lorax said nothing. Just gave me a glance...just gave me a very sad, sad backward glance...as he lifted himself by the seat of his pants.And I'll never forget the grim look on his facewhen he hoisted himself and took leave of this place,through a hole in the smog, without leaving a trace.And all that the Lorax left here in this messwas a small pile of rocks, with one word...UNLESS.Whatever that meant, well, I just couldn't guess