At the far end of town where the Grickle-grass grows and the wind smells slow-and-sour when it blows and no birds ever sing excepting old crows... is the Street of the Lifted Lorax. And deep in the Grickle-grass, some people say, if you look deep enough you can still see, today, where the Lorax once stood just as long as it could before somebody lifted the Lorax away. What was the Lorax? And why was it there? And why was it lifted and taken somewhere from the far end of town where the Grickle-grass grows? The old Once-ler still lives here. Ask him. He knows. You won't see the Once-ler. Don't knock at his door. He stays in his Lerkim on top of his store. He lurks in his Lerkim, cold under the roof, where he makes his own clothes out of miff-muffered …show more content…
All you do is yap-yap and say, 'Bad! Bad! Bad! Bad!' Well, I have my rights, sir, and I'm telling you I intend to go on doing just what I do! And, for your information, you Lorax, I'm figgering On biggering and BIGGERING andBIGGERING and BIGGERING, turning MORE Truffula Trees into Thneeds which everyone, EVERYONE, EVERYONE needs!" And at that very moment, we heard a loud whack! From outside in the fields came a sickening smack of an axe on a tree. Then we heard the tree fall. The very last Truffula Tree of them all! No more trees. No more Thneeds. No more work to be done. So, in no time, my uncles and aunts, every one, all waved me good-bye. They jumped into my cars and drove away under the smoke-smuggered stars. Now all that was left 'neath the bad smelling-sky was my big empty factory... the Lorax... and I. 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 face when he heisted 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 mess was a small pile of rocks, with one word...
my name if farah ahmedi. and i have something to say. first, i am grateful for Alyce Litz, my mother, and so many others. i am also grateful to have this time. Although i do not have very much, i am going to share this time. I want to, because this is something, that has given me and so many others the urge. an urge to stand. and walk. and create. and protest. in truth, this time will stay. It will remain with us. unless we do something now. What would say to a young girl, of 4 or 5; who is in her school uniform. braids in hair. with a wholehearted desire. a desire for knowledge. but you have to say no. because she is what she is.
“ Park right there so we can be right next to the store.” “What flavor are you going to get” Nish asks. Cherry coke I reply. I walk into the local 7 Eleven on Garth road and greet Sal. “Hola Dorianna medium iced-tea lemonade as usual?” “Not today Sal” I replied. I walk to the corner of the shop where all the slurpee flavors are and get a big gulp. I slowly pour the cherry coke flavor slurpee into my cup and go to the cashier to pay however, once I arrive at the cashier, I realized that I forgot my wallet. Without thinking twice about it, I decided to leave the shop with my slurpee. We left the shop and stood outside of 7 Eleven and just slurping our slurpees.
The tragedy of the commons is an idea about over population. It states that more people in an area mean less resources (Hardin). This idea it quite similar to Dr. Suess’s book, The Lorax. In The Lorax a man called the Onceler comes and cuts down all the truffula trees, then pollutes the area around the forest and makes a city there. After a while everyone leaves the city because start running out of resources and the whole area is polluted. An example of this in real life is Easter Island. The tribes of Easter Island ran out of resources and only had their statues left. There was not enough food for everyone on the island to survive. Three things that all these topics share in common are the depletion of resources, the lack of rules and laws to control what was happening, and people not doing anything to stop it.
The tragedy of the commons is a very unfortunate and very real thing. It occurs whenever everyone takes a little bit of a limited resource repeatedly. The result of this is that all the resources are gone. In The Lorax, the Once-ler cuts down all the truffula trees in the area to make thneeds (The Lorax). When all the trees are gone, the business shuts down and all the animals are forced to leave (The Lorax). The factories polluted the air and made the area unsafe to live in (The Lorax). This is a perfect example of a tragedy of the commons. A similar event happened in Easter Island. Tribes started inhabiting the area and began using the trees to build houses and eat food from them (Easter Island). Eventually all the trees are gone, and the society resorted to cannibalism and war because there was no food (Easter Island). Garrett Hardin states in his essay that maximimizing population does not maximize goods (Hardin). In this essay, both tragedies of the commons will be compared and will be examined to see how they could have been prevented.
Word had gotten out throughout the camp that Ben’s attack drained him so much that he had died but he was of a race of blobfish who were powerful and immortal wizards and his spirit would find another body someday. The whole camp mourned for a day and prayed the prayer “Blessed is the Holy Blobby trinity and the members of it:Blob The father, Tucker The son, and the Holy Blobby Spirit and that thou shalt help us in the battle against the wicked that is to come and save us from death”and another prayer:”Blob deliver Ben to a new Body soon and If we shall die send us to eternal happiness and save us from sin”.At dawn of the next day all the Blobfish had awoke to the sirens in the camp and they rushed to their positions They saw that Wumbus’s corps had already slain three of the score of narlrogs that were with Roberts army.Thrice Robert charged on the blobfish rank and thrice he was battered back with over a two thousand urchins slain without a single blobfish dying.
Ever wonder why the sun shines in the day and not at night or how night and day even came to be? It happened many, many years ago. Two young gods were trying to decide how to make the world. One wanted it to be square. The other wanted it to be a triangle. They could not seem to agree on anything at all. The young gods were twins, created at the exact same time. One was made by a ball of light that collided with a lone tree on a meteor she was named Lumina. Lumina means light in Romanian, pretty fitting for a god of light! The other god was created when a pitch-black meteor broke through a black hole; he was called Dorcha, which means dark in Irish. These two gods were completely different and could never see eye to eye.
On November 13th I went to Tramps in New York to see one of my favorite bands, MxPx. MxPx is a Christian pop-punk band. Pop punk basically means happy punk. The band members, are Mike Herrera who plays bass and sings, Tom Wisniewski who plays guitar and Yuri Ruley plays drums. They played about 10 songs, all of which I knew.Some of their songs have to do with society problems through the eyes of a teenager. At the show, the first song they played was one of my favorite's, "Teenage Politics".
The tragedy of the commons is an economic theory. It is the idea that a person can make selfish decisions with environmental resources, overusing and eventually depleting the resource.The tragedy lies in the mind of the person who feels like there are no repercussions in their decisions. It could even be called a domino effect if one falls they all fall. The Lorax (1972) is all about the tragedy of the commons. Things such as pollution, land destruction, and animal suffrage can be compared to the tragedy of the commons.Pollution a problem amongst many. It can vary from waste pollution, oil spills, and burning of fossil fuels. They all begin somewhere all because it was not thought of in a grander picture. Polluting was overlooked it wasn’t
It was dry, hot, incandescent. The August heat had eaten away at the water supply all summer, and now they had none. The past couple years had been a drought, thought Inigo, if this doesn't end soon, we will be forced to move. Inigo was the chieftain of the most successful Indian tribe of his time, they were good hunters and gatherers, but they had no 'magic men' or shamans. They neither knew how to heal a wound or to do a rain dance.
Humbert Humbert, who had quite a fortunate childhood, falls in love with a girl by the name of Annabel Leigh. She and him started off as friends which eventually escalades into a sexual relationship but never consummate due to her death at age 13 from Typhus. This traumatizes Humbert Humbert and strangely triggers an attraction to young girls for the rest of his life. To accommodate his loneliness, he eventually marries a woman that has child-like characteristics so he can have somewhat of a normal life. After his uncle passes away, he has been left with an inheritance but only if he shows interest in his uncle’s business. When he presents this to his wife that he must travel to America, she confesses that she has been having an affair with another man, a taxi driver. He travels, lonesome, to America and joins the household of a widow, Charlotte Haze, and her twelve year-old daughter, Dolores Haze, whom which goes by the name of Lolita. Instantly, he realizes he has found the one, the one that will make Annabel become a person of the past and let him deliberately try to find a way to be with Lolita without her mother finding out. When Charlotte ships Lolita off to summer camp, she confronts Humbert Humbert, informing him of her feelings for him. She suggests that they either get married or he find another place to stay. Through panicked thoughts, he decides to marry Charlotte in order to stay near Lolita. When Charlotte discovers Humbert Humbert’s diary confessing his hatred towards Charlotte and his infatuation with her daughter, she runs out of the house, threatening to leave and expose him but instantly dies from being hit by a car. He arrives at Lolita’s summer camp to pick her up and spend the night at the Enchanted Hunter...
Mary fought with her grandfather, She ran out of the house. Mary ran into the woods, Slamming into a tree, she ran to the house crying.
It's a bird, wait, it's a parrot. No, it's The Floosh! Before The Floosh was saving lives all around the world he went by the name of Rick Barry. He grew up in a stable household with his best friend Floosh. Floosh wasn't a human, he was a parrot that Rick cared about more than anything in the world. Rick paid more attention to his pet than he ever did in school and this actually turned out to help him in the long run. On a regular Tuesday at Rojas high school in Nathaniel Ville, Texas. Rick decided to skip his last period of the day to experiment with the chemicals that his chemistry teacher kept away from the class. Rick created a mystery smoothie that smelled wonderful, so he dipped his hot pocket in it and devoured most of
I hug her knowing that this will be our last. Tears are streaming uncontrollably down my cheeks, staining her shirt. I'm not ready to say goodbye. I don't understand why this is happening. Out all of the 7.28 billion people in this world, why did it have to be her?
I cried as we locked up the house for the last time. I felt like we had just spackled, primed, and painted over my childhood. I felt as if my identity had been erased, and like the character in the song, I had lost myself. There was no longer any physical evidence that I had ever lived in, much less grew up in, the house.
The car was hot and stuffy when I slipped back into the driver's seat. I found the most depressing music I owned and drove out of Glenwood as the sun started to set. Two more hours until I was home, two more hours of thinking what a terrible day I had gone through, and two more hours of cussing myself for being so naïve. The drive was a long one.