Now he's gone and cut down a tree! All in the name of Luddism! And I, it seems, have instigated this. Certainly the Lorax will have my head for this.
But a tree is not a machine, but a living, breathing being that happens to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. Perhaps it is the houses and the lawns and the people that are the weeds ... if only the tree could speak.
Ah, but nature is red in tooth and claw, it's said. Humankind wins the struggle for existence against the overgrown weed. But in any case, I'm glad the lad was not offended at my jest ...
P.S. the Lorax version I've linked is bootleg and has some unfortunate typos. Best just buy the real thing.