On the fifteenth of May, in the jungle of Nool,

In the heat of the day, in the cool of the pool,

He was splashing…enjoying the jungle’s great joys…

When Horton the elephant heard a small noise.

So Horton stopped splashing. He looked towards the sound.

“That’s funny,” thought Horton. “There’s no one around.”

Then he heard it again! Just a very faint yelp

As if some tiny person were calling for help.

“I’ll help you,” said Horton. “But who are you? Where?”

He looked and he looked. He could see nothing there

But a small speck of dust blowing past though the air.

“I say!” murmured Horton. “I’ve never heard tell

Of a small speck of dust that is able to yell.

So you know what I think?…Why, I think that there must

Be someone on top of that small speck of dust!

Some sort of a creature of very small size,

too small to be seen by an elephant’s eyes…

“…some poor little person who’s shaking with fear

That he’ll blow in the pool! He has no way to steer!

I’ll just have to save him. Because, after all,

A person’s a person, no matter how small.”

So, gently, and using the greatest of care,

The elephant stretched his great trunk through the air,

And he lifted the dust speck and carried it over

And placed it down, safe, on a very soft clover.

“Humpf!” humpfed a voice. Twas a sour Kangaroo.

And the young kangaroo in he pouch said “Humpf!” too

“Why, that speck is as small as the head of a pin.

A person on that?…why, there never has been!”

“Believe me,” said Horton. “I tell you sincerely,

My ears are quite keen and I heard him quite clearly.

I know there’s a person down there. And, what’s more,

Quite likely there’s two. Even three. Even four.

Quite likely…

“…a family, for all that we know!

A family with children just starting to grow.

So, please,” Horton said, “as a favour to me,

Try not to disturb them. Just let them be.”

“I think you’re a fool!” laughed the sour kangaroo

And the young kangaroo in her pouch said, “Me, too!

You’re the biggest blame fool in the jungle of Nool!”

And the kangaroos plunged in the cool of the pool.

“What terrible splashing!” the elephant frowned.

“I can’t let my very small persons get drowned!

I’ve got to protect them. I’m bigger than they.”

So he plucked up the clover and hustled away.

Through the high jungle tree tops, the news quickly spread:

“He talks to a dust speck! He’s out of his head!

Just look at him walk with that speck on the flower!”

And Horton walked, worrying, almost an hour.

“Should I put this speck down?…” Horton though with alarm.

“If I do, these small persons may come to great harm.

I can’t put it down. And I won’t! After all

A person’s a person. No matter how small.”

Then Horton stopped walking.

The speck-voice was talking!

The voice was so faint he could just barely hear it.

“Speak up, please,” Said Horton. He put his ear near it.

“My friend,” came the voice, “you’re a very fine friend.

You’ve helped all us folks on this dust speck no end.

You’ve saved all our houses, our ceilings and floors.

You’ve saved all our churches and grocery stores.”

“You mean…” Horton gasped, “you have buildings there, too?”

“Oh, yes,” piped the voice. “We most certainly do…

“I know,” called the voice, “I’m too small to be seen

But I’m Mayor of a town that is friendly and clean.

Our buildings, to you, would seem terribly small

But to us, who aren’t big, they are wonderfully tall.

My town is called Who-ville, for I am a Who

And we Whos are all thankful and greatful to you”

And Horton called back to the Mayor of the town,

“You’re safe now. Don’t worry. I won’t let you down.”

But, Just as he spoke to the Mayor of the speck,

Three big jungle monkeys climbed up Horton’s neck!

The Wickersham Brothers came shouting, “What rot!

This elephants talking to Whos who are not!

There aren’t any Whos! And they don’t have a Mayor!

And we’re going to stop all this nonsense! So there!”

They snatched Horton’s clover! They carried it off

To a black-bottomed eagle named Valad Vlad-I-koff,

A mighty strong eagle, of very swift wing,

And they said, “Will you kindly get rid of this thing?”

And, before the poor elephant could even speak,

That eagle flew off with the flower in his beak.

All that late afternoon and far into the night

That black-bottomed bird flapped his wings in fast flight,

While Horton chased after, with groans, over stones

That tattered his toenails and battered his bones,

And begged, “Please don’t harm all my little folks, who

Have as much right to live as us bigger folk do!”

But far, far beyond him, that eagle kept flapping

And over his shoulder called back, “Quit your yapping.

I’ll fly the night through. I’m a bird. I don’t mind it.

And I’ll hide this, tomorrow, where you’ll never find it!”

And at 6:56 the next morning he did it.

It sure was a terrible place that he hid it.

He let that small clover drop somewhere inside

Of a great patch of clovers a hundred miles wide!

“Find THAT!” sneered the bird. “But I think you will fail.”

And he left

With a flip

Of his black-bottomed tail.

“I’ll find it!” cried Horton. “I’ll find it or bust!

I SHALL find my friends on my small speck of dust!”

And clover, by clover, by clover with care

He picked up and searched the, and called, “Are you there?”

But clover, by clover, by clover he found

That the one that he sought for was just not around.

And by noon poor old Horton, more dead than alive,

Had picked, searched, and piled up, nine thousand and five.

Then, on through the afternoon, hour after hour…

Till he found them at last! On the three millionth flower!

“My friends!” cried the elephant. “Tell me! Do tell!

Are you safe? Are you sound? Are you whole? Are you well?”

From down on the speck came the voice of the Mayor:

“We’ve really had trouble! Much more than our share.

When that black-bottomed birdie let go and we dropped,

We landed so hard that our clocks have all stopped.

Our tea pots are broken. Our rocking-chairs are smashed.

And our bicycle tires all blew up when we crashed.

So, Horton, Please!” pleaded that voice of the Mayor’s,

“Will you stick by us Whos while we’re making repairs?”

“Of course,” Horton answered. “Of course I will stick.

I’ll stick by you small folks though thin and though thick!”

“Humpf!” humpfed a voice!

“For almost two days you’ve run wild and insisted

On chatting with persons who’ve never existed.

Such carryings-on in our peaceable jungle!

We’ve had quite enough of your bellowing bungle!

And I’m here to state,” snapped the big kangaroo,

“That your silly nonsensical game is all through!”

And the young kangaroo in her pouch said, “Me, too!”

“With the help of the Wickersham Brothers and dozens

Of Wickersham Uncles and Wickershams Cousins

And Wickersham In-Laws, whose help I’ve engaged,

You’re going to be roped! And you’re going to be caged!

And, as for your dust speck…hah!

That we shall boil

In a hot steaming kettle of Beezle-Nut Oil!”

“Boil it?…” gasped Horton!

“Oh, that you can’t do!

It’s all full of persons!

They’ll prove it to you!”

“Mr. Mayor! Mr. Mayor!” Horton called. “Mr. Mayor!

You’ve got to prove that you really are there!

So call a big meeting. Get everyone out.

Make every Who holler! Make every Who shout!

Make every Who scream! If you don’t, every Who

Is going to end up in a Beezle-Nut stew!”

And, down on the dust speck, the scared little Mayor

Quick called a big meeting in Who-ville Town Square.

And his people cried loudly. They cried out in fear:

“We are here! We are here! We are here!”

The elephant smiled: “That was clear as a bell.

You Kangaroos surely heard that very well.”

“All I heard,” snapped the big kangaroo, “Was the breeze,

And the faint sound of wind through the far-distant trees.

I heard no small voices. And you didn’t either.”

And the you kangaroo in her pouch said, “Me, neither.”

“Grab him!” they shouted. “And cage the big dope!

Lasso his stomach with ten miles of rope!

Tie the knots tight so he’ll never shake lose!

Then dunk that dumb speck in the Beezle-Nut juice!”

Horton fought back with great vigor and vim

But the Wickersham gang was too many for him.

They beat him! They mauled him! They started to haul

Him into his cage! But he managed to call

To the Mayor: “Don’t give up! I believe in you all

A person’s a person, no matter how small!

And you very small persons will not have to die

If you make yourselves heard! So come on, now, and TRY!”

The Mayor grabbed a tom-tom. He started to smack it.

And, all over Who-ville, they whooped up a racked.

They rattled tie kettles! They beat on brass pans,

On garbage pail tops and old cranberry cans!

They blew on bazooka and blasted great toots

On clarinets, oom-pahs and boom-pahs and flutes!

Great gusts of loud racket rang high through the air.

They rattled and shook the whole sky! And the Mayor

Called up through the howling mad hullabaloo:

“Hey Horton! Hows this? Is our sound coming through?”

And Horton called back, “I can hear you just fine.

But the kangaroos’ ears aren’t as strong, quite, as mine.

They don’t hear a thing! Are you sure all you boys

Are doing their best? Are they ALL making noise?

Are you sure every Who down in Who-ville is working?

Quick! Look through your town! Is there anyone shirking?”

Through the town rushed the Mayor, From the east to the west.

But everyone seemed to be doing his best.

Everyone seemed to be yapping or yipping!

Everyone seemed to be beeping or bipping!

But it wasn’t enough, all this ruckus and roar!

He HAD to find someone to help him make more.

He raced through each building! He searched floor-to-floor!

And, just as he felt he was getting nowhere,

And almost about to give up in despair,

He suddenly burst through a door and that Mayor

Discovered one shirker! Quite hidden away

In the Fairfax Apartments (Apartment 12-J)

A very small, very small shirker named Jo-Jo

was standing, just standing, and bouncing a Yo-Yo!

Not making a sound! Not a yipp! Not a chirp!

And the Mayor rushed inside and he grabbed the young twerp!

And he climbed with the lad up the Eiffelberg Tower.

“This,” cried the Mayor, “is your towns darkest hour!

The time for all Whos who have blood that is red

To come to the aid of their country!” he said.

“We’ve GOT to make noises in greater amounts!

So, open your mouth, lad! For every voice counts!”

Thus he spoke as he climbed. When they got to the top,

The lad cleared his throat and he shouted out, “YOPP!”

And that Yopp…

That one small, extra Yopp put it over!

Finally, at last! From that speck on that clover

Their voices were heard! They rang out clear and clean.

And the elephant smiled. “Do you see what I mean?…

They’ve proved they ARE persons, no matter how small.

And their whole world was saved by the smallest of All!”

“How true! Yes, how true,” said the big kangaroo.

“And, from now on, you know what I’m planning to do?…

From now on, I’m going to protect them with you!”

And the young kangaroo in her pouch said…

“…ME, TOO!”

“From the sun in the summer. From rain when it’s fall-ish,

I’m going to protect them. No matter how small-ish!”

Video: Horton Hears a Who by Dr Seuss

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And then, just to show them, I’ll sail to Ka-Troo And Bring Back an IT-KUTCH a PREEP and a PROO a NERKLE a NERD and a SEERSUCKER, too”

“It’s a pretty good zoo,” said young Gerald McGrew, “and the fellow who runs it seems proud of it, too.”

But if Gerald ran the zoo, the New Zoo, McGrew Zoo, he’d see to making a change or two: “So I’d open each cage. I’d unlock every pen, let the animals go, and start over again.”

And that’s just what Gerald imagines, as he travels the world in this playfully collecting all sorts of beasts “that you don’t see every day.” From the mountains of Zomba-ma-Tant to the blistering sands of the Desert of Zind,

Gerald hunts down every animal imaginable (“I’ll catch ‘em in countries no one can spell, like the country of Motta-fa-Potta-fa-Pell”). Whether it’s a scraggle-foot Mulligatawny or a wild-haired Iota (from “the far western part of south-east North Dakota”),

Gerald amazes the world with his new and improved zoo: “This Zoo Keeper, New Keeper’s simply astounding! He travels so far that you think he would drop! When do you suppose this young fellow will stop?”

But Gerald’s weird and wonderful globe-trotting safari doesn’t end a moment too soon: “young McGrew’s made his mark. He’s built a zoo better than Noah’s whole Ark!”.

“I’ll hunt in the mountains of Zomba-ma-Tant/ With helpers who all wear their eyes at a slant,

Video: If I Ran The Zoo

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 wont see the Once-ler. Dont 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 moof.

And on special dank midnights in August,
he peeks out of the shutters
and sometimes he speaks
and tells how the Lorax was lifted away.

He'll tell you, perhaps...
if you're willing to pay.

On the end of a rope he lets down a tin pail
and you have to toss in fifteen cents and a nail
and the shell of a great-great-great
grandfather snail.

He pulls up the pail,
makes a most careful count
to see if you've paid him the proper amount.

Then he hides what you pay him
away in his Snuvv,
his secret strange hole in his gruvvulous glove.

Then he grunts, "I will call you by Whisper-ma-Phone,
for the secrets I tell are for your ears alone."

"SLUPP!"
Down slupps the Whisper-ma-Phone to your ear
and the Once-ler's whispers are not very clear,
since they have to come down
through a snergelly hose,
and he sounds as if he had
smallish bees up his nose.

"Now I'll tell you," he says,
with his teeth sounding gray,
"how the Lorax got lifted and taken away...
It all started back...
such a long, long time back...


Way back in the days when the grass was still green
and the pond was still wet
and the clouds were still clean
and the song of the Swomee-Swans rand out into space...
one morning, I came to this glorious place.
And I first saw the trees!
The Truffula Trees!
The bright-colored tufts of the Truffula trees!
Mile after mile in the fresh morning breeze.

And, under the trees, I saw Brown Bar-ba-loots
frisking about in their Bar-ba-loot suits
as they played in the shade and ate Truffula Fruits.

From the rippulous pond
came the comfortable sound
of the Humming-Fish humming
while splashing around.

But those TREES!
Those TREES!
THOSE TRUFFULA TREES!
All my life I've been searching
for trees such as these.
The touch of their tufts was much softer than silk
And they had the sweet smell Of fresh butterfly milk.

I felt a great leaping
of joy in my heart.
I knew just what I'd do!
I unloaded my cart.

In no time at all, I had built a small shop.
Then I chopped down a Truffula Tree with one chop.
And with great skillful skill and with great speedy speed,
I took the soft tuft. And I knitted a Thneed!

The instant I'd finished, I heard a GA-ZUMP!
I looked.
I saw something pop out of the stump
of the tree I'd chopped down.
It was sort of a man.
Describe him?...That's hard.
I don't know if I can.

He was shortish. And oldish.
And brownish. And mossy.
And he spoke with a voice that was sharpish and bossy.

"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?"

"Look, Lorax," I said. "There's no call for alarm.
I chopped just one tree. I am doing no harm.
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.
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!"

The Lorax said,
"Sir! You are crazy with greed.
There is no one on earth
who would buy that fool Thneed!"

But the very next minute I proved he was wrong.
For, just at that minute, a chap came along,
and he thought that the Thneed I had knitted was great.
He happily bought it for three ninEty-eight

I laughed at the Lorax, "You poor stupid guy!
You never can tell what some people will buy."

"I repeat," cried the Lorax,
"I speak for the trees!"

"I'm busy," I told him.
"Shut up, if you please."

I rushed 'cross the room, and in no time at all,
built a radio-phone. I put in a quick call.

I called all my brothers and uncles and aunts
and I said, "Listen here! Here's a wonderful chance
for the whole Once-ler Family to get mighty rich!
Get over here fast! Take the road to North Nitch.
Turn left at Weehawken.
Sharp right at South Stitch."

And, in no time at all, in the factory i built,
the whole Once-ler Family was working full tilt.
We were all knitting Thneeds just as busy as bees,
to the sound of the chopping of Truffula Trees.

Then..
Oh! Baby! Oh!
How my business did grow!
Now, chopping one tree
at a time was too slow.

So I quickly invented my Super-Axe-Hacker
which whacked off four Tuffula Trees at one smacker.
We were making Thneeds
four times as fast as before!
And that Lorax?...
HE didn't show up anymore.

But the next week
he knocked on my new office door.

He snapped, "I'm the Lorax who speaks for the trees
which you seem to be chopping as fast as you please.
But I'm ALSO in charge of the Brown Bar-ba-loots
who played in the shade in their Bar-ba-loot suits
and happily lived, eating Truffula Friuts.

"NOW...thanks to your hacking my trees to the ground,
there's not enough Truffula Fruit to go 'round.
And my poor Bar-ba-loots are all getting the crummies
because they have gas, and no food, in their tummies!

"They loved living here. But I can't let them stay.
They'll have to find food. And I hope that they may.
Good luck, boys," he cried. And he sent them away.

I, the Once-ler, felt sad
as I watched them all go.
BUT...
business is business
And business must grow
regardless of crummies in tummies, you know.

I meant no harm.
I most truly did not.
But I had to grow bigger. So bigger I got.

I biggered my factory. I biggered my roads.
I biggered my wagons.
I biggered the loads of the Theends I shipped out.
I was shipping them forth to the South! To the East!
To the West! To the North!
I went right on biggering...selling more Thneeds.
And I biggered my money, which everyone needs.

Then AGAIN he came back!
I was fixing some pipes
when that old-nuicence Lorax came back
with MORE gripes.

"I am the Lorax," he coughed and he whiffed.
He sneezed and he snuffled. He snarggled. He sniffed.
"Once-ler!" he cried with a cruffulous croak.
"Once-ler! You're making a smogulous smoke!
My poor Swomee-Swans...why, they can't sing a note!
No one can sing who has smog in his throat.

"And so," said the Lorax,
"--please pardon my cough--
they cannot live here.
So I'm sending them off.

"Where will they go now?... I dont hopefully know.
They may have to fly for a month...or a year...
To escape from the smog you've smogged-up around here.

"What's more," snapped the Lorax. (His dander was up.)
"Let me say a few words about Gluppity-Glupp.
Your machinery chugs on, day and night without stop
making Gluppity-Glupp. Also Schloppity-Schlopp.
And what do you do with this leftover goo?
I'll show you, you dirty old Once-ler man, you!

You're Glumping the pond where the Humming-Fish hummed!
No more can they hum, for their gills are all gummed.
So, I'm sending them off. Oh, thier future is dreary.
They'll walk on their fins and get woefully weary
in search of some water that isn't so smeary."

And then I got mad.
I got terribly mad.
I yelled at the Lorax, "Now listen here, Dad!
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
and BIGGERING
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 Tuffula 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 good-bye. They jumped into my cars
and drove away under the smoke (or smog)-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... "UNLESS."
Whatever THAT meant, well, I couldn't guess.

That was long, long ago.
But each day since that day
I've sat here and worried and worried away.
Through the years, while my buildings have fallen apart,
I've worried about it with all of my heart.

"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 awful lot,
nothing is going to get better.
It's not.

"SO...
Catch!" calls the Once-ler.
He lets something fall.
"Its a Truffula Seed.
It's the last one of all!

You're in charge of the last of the Truffula Seeds.
And Truffula Trees are what everyone needs.
Plant a new Truffula. Treat it with care.
Give it clean water. And feed it fresh air.
Grow a forest. Protect it from axes that hack.
Then the Lorax and all of his friends may come back."

Video: The lorax by Dr.Seuss

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Coming with and showcasing dogs of different shapes, sizes, and colors, this is my number one and all time favorite early readers’ and children’s book. Big dog, little dog, blue dog, red dog – it’s easy to see why my now 2 year old son’s first word was dog. Back when my teens were still on their toddler years, we, along with my little one (who is currently 5 months old) will sit and read through most of the book. There are even times when we finish this book in one sitting especially if the whole gang is up to it.

I don’t want to be redundant BUT this is a great first reader book since the words used are very common. Along with that, it also comes with illustrations that are of great help when one is reading – one big dog going in (you would see one of our furry friends opening the door) and two little dogs going out. Among the different scenarios found in the book, what I love most is when the three dogs are holding a party at the boat during night time. Another unforgettable part is when one dog stays up at night, making sure everyone is safe, when all of the other dogs are sound asleep. Really cute!

Bottom line, every child should have Go Dog Go! by P.D. Eastman in their library. Reading should start at a very young age, and this is the book to go for. I’m giving this great first readers’ book my highest recommendation!

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