8 years later...

Some noise came from Mrs Clarnella Rose Grinch's house. From her bathroom. Like a quarrel.

Grinch : But mama ! Stop !

Clarnella : Grinch, don't shake yourself !

Grinch's young famale dog, Maxence, was sleeping next to the bathroom. She seemed to be used of this kind of childish tantrum. Clarnella was indeed trying to brush her son's teeth, thing he hated. She finaly did it.

Grinch : I hate brushing my teeth.

Clarnella : Don't make the things uneasier than they are, young man.

She finished. He immediatly spat everything in the washbasin.

Clarnella : That looks boring, yes, but if you keep brushing them, they'll be white and shiny, and you'll have a pretty smile.

Grinch stretched his cheek with his finger to show his teeth, rotten as if they've never been washed.

Grinch : Oh, really ? So explain me why are they ugly since I have ones ?! I brush, and I brush, and I brush, and they're still rotten.

It was indeed a mystery for the family and the dentist. Also, his head wasn't screwed on the just right. He could turn it 360 degrees.

Grinch : I wanna stop, I'm fed up ! Brushing teeth sucks ! When I'll be big, I'll never brush them ! There'll be bugs in my smile ! And I'll take a bath only once a month !

Clarnella : Griiiiinch...

Grinch's fur was grass green, or fluorescent green. He couldn't wait to get a fur collar, like all the Grinches at the puberty. His hair was the same color, and his 3-spiked lock was almost as big as his head and a little bit hiding his eyes. His nose was darker. His eyebrows were black and a little thick, and his eyes were blood red, with canary yellow sclerotics. Grinch was 8 since August (and for now, the story is taking place in September), but he was very small, tiny. It was by his father's side ; first they are small, but then they grow tall : he had to stand on a stool to spat in the washbasin !
Clarnella's fur was cornflower blue, her blue fur collar combed so as to make it looked like a shirt collar, and her hair was grey, since her birth. Twisted into a bun, and with her square-shaped glasses (she wore them since the previous year), she looked like an old woman. Her eyes were blue and her nose grey.

Clarnella : Hurry up, now. Your father is nearly there.

Grinch's expression turned from angry to scared.

Grinch : FATHER !? But mama, I don't want father to teach me anymore...

Clarnella : Oh ? And why, son ?

Grinch : I fear him... When I don't know my lesson, he yells at me...

Clarnella took her small child by the shoulder, with her long, thin fingers.

Clarnella : Son... It was nice from him to accept to teach you. You don't need to go to school, and although he teaches you only 3 times a week, you've learnt more than the others children !... (But he doesn't have the right to be mad at you. What a jerk.)

He smiled shily.

Grinch : But I'd like to go to school !...

Clarnella : ! Rea-... lly ? It's rare, from a child...

Grinch : I want to see how does a school look like, and I don't know others children. I wanna have a friend !

Clarnella smiled tenderly.

Clarnella : I uerstand.I thought it was a good idea because your granny did the same thing to your father, but... Fine.

Grinch : REALLY ?!

Clarnella : Yes, you grow up, you need to make friends of your age. *she looked at Maxence wh just woke up* And of your species.

Grinch : Oh, thank you so much ! I love you, mama !

Clarnella : I love you more, my dear.

They hugged. Maxence sighed at this heart-warming sight. She was a basset, with brown ears and eyes, black nose and flesh-colored fur.
Suddently, somebody knocked at the door.

Grinch : Oh no !...

Clarnella went to open the door. She wasn't really happy, seemed annoyed.

Clarnella : Oh, hello, Hebert...

Herbert : Hello, Clarnella... Since this granny haircut, eh ?

Clarnella : (Don't punch him... Don't punch him... Don't punch him... Don't...)

Grinch sweated nervously and shook in fear. Herbert bent over him, looking threatening, knowing and loving the fact his son feared him and grinned.

Herbert : Hello, my boy...

Grinch : H-hello, father...

Herbert didn't want a brat to call him "papa". He didn't really like "father" neither, he wanted "mr Grinch", but Clarnella wouldn't agree.
Herbert's fur was marsh green, his fur collar dark green (looking a little like Kermit's necklace XD) and his nose brown. He had a small 3-spiked lock on the top of his skull, black and a little thick eyebrows, with green eyes and orange sclerotics.

Herbert : Are you ready for your maths lesson ? I hope you learnt carfully, or...

Clarnella : Oh, Herbert ! Sorry for interrupting you, but Grinch wants to go to school.

Herbert : What ?!

Carnella : Apparently, our son wants to go to school.

Herbert : And why ? I teach him well, right ?

Clarnella : Yes, but he needs friends. (And a teacher who doesn't yell at him.)

Herbert : Friends are useless.

Grinch : But I...

Herbert : Shut up !

Clarnella : DON'T EVEN TALK TO HIM THIS WAY ! He'll go to school tomorrow ! We are in September, and the start of the new school year was just some days ago. He wouldn't be late in the course of study.

Herbert didn't care of society and wanted his son to be not really known, so he didn't want him to go to socialize, for his plan. Plus he was almost ready... But he didn't want Clarnella to have doubts.

Herbert : Ugh, fine ! But he'll go to 2nd year of primary school instead of 3rd. He needs to adapt himself in the course of study. A class at kid of the same age's level would be too... brutal for him. (The truth is he'll never be really accepted and he will want to stop. Because of his age, because of his strange defects...)

Grinch : GREAT ! THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU !

Herbert : EW ! Don't touch me, I hate hugs !

Clarnella : Thank you a lot, Herbert ! I'll talk to the Grinch school this afternoon. He'll go tomorrow.

Grinch : YEAH !

Maxence, happy to see him happy, came and played with him.

Herbert : Do I still teach him today, for the last time ?

Clarnella : Grinch, you choose ! Answer your father, son.

Grinch stopped to play with his dog. He looked up, and saw his threatening father. He shook.

Grinch : Eeer... Of course !...

Herbert grinned.