Well, maybe they aren't small. Maybe we're big. No, really, think about it. What if there was someone way out there looking down on our world right now? And to them, we're the specks.
That single '"hello'" traveled all the way down to the speck, through the clouds, until it found a small town. A town known as Whoville, for there lived the Whos, feeling happy and safe, knowing only good news, unaware that their world was a speck on a clover.
Your whole world fits on a flower in my world.
If our world were, say, a tiny speck floating through space, how would we know?
There are people on this speck. Granted, they're very small people, but a person's a person, no matter how small.
When Horton tells our children about worlds beyond the jungle, he makes them question authority! Which leads to defiance! Which leads to anarchy! Yeah! Horton must pay! We have to do something! For the children!
- What are we gonna do without you, Horton?
- Don't worry. I'll always be around. And even as I wander I'm keeping you in sight You're a candle in the window On a cold, dark winter's night.