.You walked through a parking lot, ready to head home from an hour of grocery shopping.
Usually, every Monday you'd go out and get groceries for the entire week, it was your routine. You had just about finished everything on your to get in town list, with your reusable bags in hand, ready to head home when a loud honking RV stopped you in your tracks. You whipped your head around to look towards the noise.
A large yellow and orange camping van sped by its tires coming to a screeching halt. You clenched your teeth and held your ears, the bags of groceries swinging around on your arms. Glaring at the now stopped van, you lowered your arms from your ears.
Climbing out of the van was a tall lanky man wearing a pointed bright green fitted suit, thin black shoes, large top hat stumbling forward onto his feet. He regained his footing and growled and turned back around. He gave an ugly frown and adjusting his coat.
"You need to learn how to drive better." The green suited man snarled in a low tone at the driver. The driver walked out of the van, his hands up as if saying please have mercy.
"Sorry son." The man gave a nervous chuckle, quickly scurrying away from him.
The son gave a pout and rolled his eyes turning back around. You couldn't help but notice how prissy this man looked. He pointed out directions for; who you presumed to be his family with very long expressive fingers and hand moments all while wearing silk gloves. The more you stared the more you came to the conclusion he clearly didn't belong here.
Opening the back door of your car, you carefully placed the grocery bags on the seat and the floor, your eyes still glued to the man and his business. You shut the door with your behind and watched the man begin to present himself in front of a large cart. Laid out on the cart were colorful coarse-looking scarves, or at least that's what they looked like to you.
"Thneeds here! Get your thneeds!! Made eco-friendly just for you!!" The middle-aged man shouted with a very television sounding voice. The green suited man behind him sat in a lawn chair, his feet crossed up on the table.
Your eyebrows lifted as you listened to him speak. Thneeds? Is that what they're called? Is that even a word? They're just scarves.
Suddenly a large group of people rushed towards the van, bundles of crushed money in their hands. A mother and child bumped your shoulder, you groaned and backed up closer to your car. You kept watching the hordes of people practically throw their money at the family to get the thneeds, some of them even did literally.
Widening your eyes, you locked your car and stuffed the keys in your purse. You crossed your arms and took a few steps forward. You were intrigued by the way these people acted, for scarves, you couldn't believe it. What was so great about those raggedy things? You had to know.
Slowly walking over to the crowd, you pushed through the people, without caring for their feelings. A frown slowly began to form on your face the more you stared at the green suited businessman.
You stepped in line, front and center, now your eyes had traveled down, staring at the very carefully placed row of thneeds. For a second you examined them, they looked just as unappealing close up as they did far away. But from what you've heard, people speak highly of the thneeds, saying they were "softer than silk, and smelled like butterfly milk".
"Money," the green suited man said waving his hand open and closed for you.
"I'm sorry?" You asked, now looking up at him.
The Once-ler pulled back his very long legs, letting his heels slam against the ground. You noticed that with every moment he made, his light hair moved along with him.
