From The Lorax
Yes, I am 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 fruits. Now, thanks to your hacking my trees to the ground, there's not enough truffula fruit to go 'round!
I see your point. Yes, I do see your point.
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! Good luck!