The Grinch

Crumpit

The setting sun radiated a golden glow over the beauty of Mount Crumpit, but its mellow rays discolored the jade fur coat of an unsuspecting and unfashionable man. Though not really a man, for he had an animal-like appearance, Mr. Grinch sneered as he picked yet another chrysanthemum. He looked like a monster trying so hard to look like a human. An unnatural shade of green fur covered almost every surface of his body. Though anyone wouldn't know otherwise, the Grinch had tried to comb his hair and unusual whiskers in an attempt to look presentable. Regardless of all his effort, his fur was as messy as ever. To add on to his laughable appearance, the Grinch was wearing a traditional German Bavarian which he had stolen from a yodeling man.

After finding a flowery meadow near the base of Mount Crumpit, the Grinch began to pick the winter flowers. A moment of silent work passed until he began to speak to himself.

"What is that child thinking?" the Grinch muttered gruffly under his breath. "As if all my green ugliness could be complemented by colorful flowers." The child he spoke of was Cindy-Lou Who, a petite, innocent girl who felt like it was her life's mission to make him feel happy.

The Grinch continued sarcastically speaking to himself, "Fifty-three years of isolated cave-living on Mount Crumpit and hating Who-ville, but she thinks she can talk me into visiting that dreadful place again?" He pulled at a white flower and managed to uproot it, losing half its petals in the process of doing so. With a low scoff, he threw the flower carelessly over his shoulder. The dejected flower fell on top of a growing pile of other ruined flowers. However, it wasn't all that different from the small bundle of similarly ruined flowers the Grinch held in his hands.

Rustling was heard from a bush nearby, and the Grinch readied himself to attack with his infamous, horrific, scaring-away face. Instead of finding an annoying Who, the Grinch came face to face with a brightly smiling Cindy-Lou. He growled anyways, the loudest and scariest growl he could muster, but Cindy only giggled. She then took the bundle of sad-looking flowers from his hands with a disappointed sigh.

"Mr. Grinch, you do know that these flowers aren't appropriate for the event, don't you?" Cindy asked. Without waiting for a reply, Cindy tossed the flowers away and began picking new ones for him.

The Grinch crossed his arms in a big huff and snapped, "This Cherry Mister event isn't even important! Why would I even attend?"

Picking a beautiful purple flower, Cindy teasingly said, "It's the Cheer Meister of the Year Award. I've told you so many times, and I know you want to come! You'll get an award, and you get to see Margaret May-Who. You know, the person you lov-"

"Okay, okay! I get it," the Grinch interrupted, trying to hide his embarrassment. Cindy only giggled and continued picking flowers, which was already becoming a beautiful bouquet. The Grinch stroked his green, fuzzy beard in contemplation.

With an exaggerated sigh, he said in surrender, "Fine, I'll go. I bet Margaret will love these flowers I'll give her!" Cindy chuckled to herself, not minding that the Grinch was taking credit for her idea about giving the flowers to Margaret.

"Well, let's go!" Cindy said enthusiastically. Then, they set off to go to Who-ville.