I am the Lorax I speak for the trees See you hurting them and I'll break your knees My cheeks grew cold when I read the poem. I'm Ted, and well, my life is kinda falling apart. Ever since the Lorax found me cutting down a tree, I had to stay in hiding. I shiver whenever I see a short shadow. If he ever found me, my knees would be gone in a blink. Why can't everything go back to normal, when I was a kid, before the he cases came about? - A few missing person reports had came about recently. Just now I found out the people were found with their knees broken off. I looked at the poem, and back at my tv screen. "Oh lord, he's almost here."