Note from Alice: Okay, so this is like, my first one shot EVER…I'm more of one of those people who can't shut up…but I have a few ideas for a few Christmas one-shots that I wanna do…so…let us try this!
The Grinch hated Christmas. He really did. All the way from his too-tight socks, to his not-screwed-on-quite-right head. Nobody gave him Christmas presents and he couldn't care less.
So, he was a little surprised when one day (one Christmas, to be exact) when he was patrolling the garbage shoot, a box with holes punched in it came flying out. It landed a few yards away from him.
At first, the Grinch thought it was just a cardboard box, nothing special. That was when the box made a peculiar noise. It was in between a whine and a yelp.
The Grinch, not being one to be scared of strange noises coming from boxes, went over to investigate. He nudged the box with his foot and the box growled a little bit.
Having a new somewhat respect for the noise-making box, the Grinch reached down and picked it up. He shook it a little bit and the box growled at little bit again, but the growl soon turning into a whine.
He shook the box again and said, "Don't you whine at me! Come on, be a man!"
The box growled slightly louder and barked. The Grinch grinned and began to rip open the box; eager to find what it was inside that made it growl and bark.
When the box was open, he saw a tiny creature, barely a foot tall and a foot long. It was light brown and it had a tail and a large black nose. It had four legs and it looked quite scruffy and didn't smell much better than the Grinch himself.
The Grinch was quite confused by the creature. He had never seen one before, you see. "And what are you?" he demanded.
The little thing pulled itself up into a sitting position and barked again. It tried to stand up, but wobbled and fell. When it did, the light hit it in a way that allowed the Grinch to see something hanging around its neck.
He lifted its head up and grabbed at the shiny label. There were three letters inscribed in the tiny metal plate. "Max" it said.
"So, your name is Max," the Grinch said. "And what do you have to say for yourself Max? Coming down my garbage shoot?"
Max looked up at the Grinch and tilted its head. "Perhaps…" the Grinch thought to himself. "Perhaps you wanted to get away from all that wretched holiday singing and feasting…"
Max began to wag his tail and barked a little bit.
"Maybe…you hate Christmas too…" the Grinch pondered this thought.
Max let his tongue loll out and he began to pant happily. He barked a few times and ran in a circle.
"I suppose," thought the Grinch. "If you are a holiday-hating-something-or-another, you could stay up here with me."
Max jumped down from the box and ran around the Grinch's feet.
"You'd have to help me though," the Grinch warned. "I don't have time for free loaders."
Max seemed to understand and ran off. The Grinch figured he was just leaving, but a few minutes later, he reappeared with a bag of "hazardous waste" in his mouth.
"Brilliant!" the Grinch announced. "In that case, you can stay."
Max ran around happily; glad to have found a new owner. He had been practically dying since his last owner threw him in the garbage.
The Grinch, though he would never admit it, was slightly glad too. He did get slightly lonely. He was glad for the company of Max, the something or another.
And for the first time since that dreaded incident in school, the Grinch actually felt happy on Christmas.
Note from Alice: Okay…did I do okay? Sorry, but I just had to write this… Please review.