"...you can't make an eighteen year old stay under your roof."

Once stared for a moment, concern growing. The only reason he had stayed on the family farm as long as he had, was he needed a little money to fix up his wagon, and scrape together a few essentials.

If he had been in a magic city where you could think things into existence, the Once-ler would have been gone much sooner.

"Well, you can, but, the methods are generally frowned upon."