In the morning, Oncie woke to the sound of a guitar. He yawned and got up, still sleepy. He could hear where the guitar sound was coming from; it was in The Once-ler's bedroom. He was sitting cross-legged on his bed in his yellow bunny pajamas and singing softly.
"Maybe he's right, should I listen to him?
Maybe I'm wrong, should I trust him?
Maybe the trees WILL all disappear, like he says they will, and I'll go bankrupt...
Maybe I should change my point of view...
Oh my thneed, what should I do...?"
The Once-ler jumped. "Thank you."
Oncie climbed up onto The Once-ler's bed and sat down next to him. "I could help you make money if you stop cutting down the trees, you know."
"Oh yeah? How you gonna do that?"
"Well, maybe we don't have to cut the trees down. Maybe we could take some fluff from one and leave it standing."
The Once-ler nodded. "I tried that once. Mom said the work was going too slow."
"We could invent something....like a claw or something."
"Tried that too."
"But what if we make them bigger, and give all the workers one to use? We have tons of employees. We'd get enough to make the daily quota."
The Once-ler smiled. "Your so smart." Oncie blushed. "We're so smart."
The Once-ler shy smile grew a little, and he reached out and took Oncie's hand. "I'm convinced. I'll stop cutting down the trees for you."
Oncie smiled shyly.
"....Do you want pancakes?"
"Ooooo, yum! Of course I want pancakes!"
Oncie stood up and pulled The Once-ler into the kitchen. "I'll make them. You sit down."
"No way! I'm a good pancake maker, too!"
"Alrighty, we'll make em' together!"
The Once-ler pulled his apron out of the pantry, along with a huge bag of chocolate chips.
"Can't forget chocolate chips."
Oncie smiled and started making the pancake batter, while The Once-ler poured way too many chocolate chips into it.
"Dear lord. One of us is gonna choke on all these freakin chocolate chips!"
"Death by chocolate!" The Once-ler said with a laugh.