Daring Diary Writing

Dear diary,

I'm so sad along with all the other Humming fish.

Today's the day we leave the pond in Truffula land,

because the greedy old Onceler is too smug to care about the fog taking over the pond.

 But we must act fast for the fog is getting thicker and it is biggering, and the smoke is coming.

I'm not looking  forward to this dreary future. Oh, this very day, the first of May is so sad.

Why, oh, why does it have  to be today of all days? We're all sad and we feel very very bad.

 Why today of all days?

By LimOli

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Dear Diary,

Ohhhh that day, that sad,sad day, we were happily playing in the clear flowing water,

when we attached some pipes, some big, some smaller. Out came the water that looked

like clay and the Onceler said....
"You will no longer play, starting from today. I am making

Thneeds and the Thneeds must stay. My buisness is special, more special than you.

So just go, thats all you have to do. You must leave right now, because the people must

say WOW!  Well this is my pond and if you don't get out, I'll use my special wand!" thats

what he shouted.
It was extremely cruel because he turned the pond into a stinky brown

 pool. It was horrifyingly scary and dreary and weary but mostly ERIE! But now we're

 living far, far away, where the Onceler has nothing to say. We live in a fresh clean pond

where ther is no Onceler and his special wand. But the place where we used to live was

a disgrace, and now we live in a SPECIAL CLEAN PLACE!

By PhiJes

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Dear Diary,

I enjoyed living here, under the shade off the Trufflla Trees. In our Bar-ba-loot suits we

 played, then the mean old Onceler came along. He smacked, hacked and chopped

our trees down. So there was not enough Truffula fruit to go round! No crummies in my tummy!

“Oh! Help us please Lorax!”
“Tell that Onceler man, to leave our trees alone”

Wednesday 2 June..

Dear Dairy….

Us the poor Bar-ba-loot bears, the Lorax sent us off. My tummy rumbled and grumbled.

I was so angry and mad at that Onceler man, him! Where will we go? I don’t hopefully know.

So off we went. Waving, goodbye.

By HilSam

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Dear diary 

I enjoyed living here under the shade of the Truffula trees. In our Bar ba - loot suits we played.,

then the mean old Onceler came along. He smacked, hacked and chopped down our trees,

so there was not enough truffula fruit to go a

around! No crummies in my tummy!

" Oh help us please Lorax! Tell the old Onceler man to leave us alone.

Us, the poor Bar- ba- loot bears were sent away.My tummy rumbled and grumbled.

I was so angry and mad at that Onceler man, him! Where will we go?  

 I don't hopefully know. So of we went waving, Goodbye.

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