A/N I own only my OC and any other unrecognizable characters; the rest is owned by Dr. Seuss and Universal Studios.

Mocarela: The mayor's "soon to be fiancé" girl is Martha May Whovier XD


For the short three days after Christmas, Winnie had the most fun of her life. She spent almost every minute with her grandparents, who told her all sorts of interesting stories, and even taught her Russian words, since it was the language they spoke before English. The accent was faint, but it was there.

And while she got to know her grandparents, Winnie also got to know her new friend, Grinch. The day after Christmas, she asked Dorothy and Luka where he and his mothers lived. "I wanna go visit him." She explained, glancing at Rachel and Abraham with pleading eyes.

"Well…if it means that much, I suppose you can go." Her father sighed. His wife nodded in agreement.

"I'll call up Rose and Clarnella," Dorothy said, picking up the phone. "And see if we can go visit for a while."

Luckily, Rose, who was the one on the phone, agreed eagerly to have Winnie visit. "The boy needs a friend. He doesn't get the right attention in school, so Winnie is a breath of fresh air for him."

That afternoon, after lunch, Dorothy walked Winnie to the spinster sisters' house. Grinch was very surprised to see Winnie, but warmed up to her when he realized it wasn't a fluke, and that she wanted, indeed, to be his friend.

Winnie didn't care that he was covered in green fur, or even that he didn't like Christmas as much as "normal" Who children. She liked him for himself. And he was beginning to like her as well.

Unfortunately, the three days passed quickly. On the third night, Grinch, Rose, and Clarnella were at Dorothy and Luka's house when Rachel and Abraham dropped the bomb, so to speak. "Winnie? Tomorrow we leave on the train for New Who City."

"Already?" She whined, tears welling in her eyes. "We can't stay a little longer?"

"Don't you miss home?" Abraham asked gently.

"Yeah…but I'll miss Grandma, and Grandpa, and Grinch."

Although he didn't admit it, Grinch knew he would miss his first friend too.

"You can come back next Christmas, if you'd like, dear." Dorothy smiled. "Or in the summertime, maybe."

"Who knows," Clarnella shrugged. "Perhaps when you're all grown up, you can move to our little town."

"Yeah!" Winnie nodded eagerly. "I wanna move to Whoville when I'm grown up!"

"That's a big decision—"

"Let her be, son." Luka chided Abraham. "She's a smart child. She knows what she wants. Maybe someday she will move here. It's a nice neighborhood."

Early the next morning, the Whit family exchanged tearful hugs and goodbyes to family and friends alike. "I'll really miss you, Grinch." Winnie sniffled, hugging her furry friend.

He hugged her back, pretending to not notice the tears budding in his yellow and blue eyes. "Yeah, I'll miss you too." He whispered.

"Maybe we'll come back next Christmas."

"You…you won't forget me?" He asked hopefully as the hug ended.

"No way!" She shook her head, smiling. "I can't forget you…you won't forget me, will you?"

"Nope." He grinned.

"Winnie, it's time to go." Rachel said, taking her daughter's hand.

"And this time, stay on the train until we say so." Her father said, stepping onboard. He and Luka had already piled the suitcases into the luggage car.

"Bye-bye!" Winnie yelled, waving to her grandparents and newfound friend. She waved again when she took her seat by the window. She smiled when they waved back. As the train began pulling out of the station, she craned her neck to look back until all of Whoville disappeared in the churned-up snow.

Winnie never did forget those five days in Whoville for a minute.
She didn't forget the Whobilation, or her grandparents, or Grinch. Not one little bit.
She kept those precious memories close to her heart.
But after those five days, the hard parts of her life began to start.


One year and three months later…

Another Christmas came and went in Whoville. Another Whobilation came and went as well, but Grinch's new friend, Winnie, didn't come again. He wondered if she didn't want to come again. When he asked Rose and Clarnella this, they pointed out that the little Who girl had been extremely excited to come to Whoville and attend the Whobilation, and was very happy to have Grinch. "Perhaps something came up?" Rose suggested.

Then, one Friday in March, Rose and Clarnella pulled Grinch aside after school. "We have some news, dear: Winnie is moving to Whoville to live with her grandparents tomorrow."

He smiled widely, feeling excited that not only he would see his new friend, but she lived in the same town as he. But something was off. "Why aren't her parents coming too?"

The sisters glanced at each other with forlorn expressions. "Her grandparents told us that…last December, a few days before Christmas, there was an accident by a mountain outside of New Who City." Rose explained. "Winnie and her parents were picnicking nearby…and there was an avalanche. Winnie was okay…but her parents didn't make it."

Grinch remained silent for several seconds. This explained why they didn't come to Whoville for Christmas. "Why didn't she come sooner?"

"Funerals—events where family and friends remember people who died—take time to plan." Clarnella replied. "And it also took some time before it was decided Winnie would live with her grandparents. They had to fill out grownup papers and prepare to move."

"Can we go visit her?"

"I don't think that would be a good idea, dear." Rose shook her head. "Winnie needs time to settle in, and she's probably still mourning over her parents."

"You'll see her in school though."


On Monday, the elementary school teacher, Ms. Ruewho, announced something at the beginning of the class. "We have a new student who moved into Whoville just two days ago." She beckoned at the door with a hand.

A slightly-chubby redhead Who girl walked in shyly. She wore a blue sweatshirt, dark-blue jeans, and black boots. She had red hair that went past her shoulders, gray eyes, and freckles across her upturned nose.

Grinch immediately recognized her, and waved, "Hi, Winnie!"

The other students glared at him, but he took no notice.

Winnie smiled and waved back, evidently recognizing her friend, despite having not seen him for over a year.

"As Mr. Grinch told us, this is Winnie Whit. She's just moved in with her grandparents from New Who City. I want you all to treat her like any other student." She nudged Winnie, silently telling her to take a seat.

The only empty seat was to the left of the Grinch. The other students watched, wondering if Winnie would get upset about the seating arrangement, and if she would ask to sit somewhere else.

Instead, to everyone's surprise, she walked to the chair and sat down, smiling again at the Grinch like he was a normal Who child.

Grinch was itching to talk to Winnie. But every time he tried to talk to her, a student would hiss at him to be quiet, or Ms. Ruewho would tell Grinch that the children could talk during recess or lunch.

Finally, lunch came. Once Grinch found Winnie, he hurried over to sit by her. They had both brought their lunches to school that day. Winnie had a sealed cup of milk, a grilled cheese sandwich with tomato, and a cinnamon and sugar cookie. Grinch had an onion and cheese sandwich, a bottle of water, and a slightly-old banana. "Hi, Winnie…you didn't forget me, did you?" He asked.

"Nope." She shook her head, smiling. "Like I said, I can't ever forget you. I'm glad you didn't forget me."

"I'm sorry about your mom and dad." He said.

"Thanks." She answered quietly, hiding her face as she drank her milk.

"My moms said it was an av…an avalang…an avalanche."

"Mm-hmm. A lot of snow fell down the mountain…Mama and Papa were buried…"

Feeling a little guilty, Grinch changed the subject. "You said you wanted to move to Whoville when you grew up. Now you don't have to wait."

"Yeah." Winnie nodded, looking happy about the subject change. "It's nice even without the Christmas decorations. I'm sorry I didn't come to the Whobilation."

"It's okay. It wasn't exciting anyway."

Winnie smiled slightly at her friend, knowing he was both being honest—she remembered he didn't think much of Christmas—and was trying to be nice. But she didn't mind. She was happy to see her friend again after so long.

During recess later, the two Who kids climbed on what looked like a jungle gym and treehouse hybrid to talk and play together. "Is Disgustus still picking on you?" Winnie asked.

Snickering in remembrance to the nickname she gave Augustus. "Yeah, he is. He thinks he's the best kid in Whoville just because his dad's the mayor! Big deal!"

"He's just a mean bully." Winnie scowled, wrinkling her nose. "I wonder if he recognizes me."

"Hey, Horsey!"

"I think he does." Grinch deadpanned. They both looked down to see Augustus and Whobris standing at the edge of the jungle gym treehouse hybrid, which Winnie dubbed the jungle-house. "I thought you lived in New Who City," Augustus yelled. "Why'd you come to live here?"

"None of your business, Disgustus." Grinch sneered.

"He asked the girl, dummy," Whobris said. "Not you."

Winnie pulled a straw she saved from her lunch out of her pocket, and ripped a small piece of paper out of her notebook from her other pocket. She balled up the paper, held it in her mouth for a couple of seconds, and put the wet ball in the straw. Winking at Grinch, she held the other end of the straw in her mouth, aimed it at Augustus, who was too busy taunting her friend, and blew through the straw as hard as she could.

The wet ball of paper flew out of the straw and hit the fat Who kid in the shoulder. "What was that?!" He exclaimed.

"I dunno." Whobris shrugged.

Winnie lay back on her back, giggling. As soon as Augustus and Whobris left, Grinch asked what she had done. "It's a spitball. One of my cousins taught it to me last summer. You need some paper and a straw." She showed him how she balled up another ripped piece of paper and wet it in her mouth. "Then, you put it in the straw, and blow as hard as you can."

Grinch took the straw, aimed at Augustus, who was on the other side of the small playground, and blew hard. This time, it hit him in the back of the head. He jumped and spun around, looking extremely confused.

Winnie and Grinch laughed, rolling around in the small jungle-house.


A/N Sorry that Winnie spending more time in Whoville and visiting the Grinch weren't more detailed. I also forgot to give her grandparents soft Russian accents. Should I go back and edit them? I'm not even 100% sure how to write a Russian accent (which will be a problem, because adult!Winnie's Russian accent thickens when she gets angry)

Originally, after my little rhyming verse, it was going to show what's going on with Winnie after she gets back from New Who City. But I had a better idea: time-jump (since I said I was going to do so) to when she moves into Whoville. It's not when she's an adult though.

I feel like I give a lot of my characters tragic pasts. It's kinda cliche, I know, but giving them normal pasts is kind of...boring, in my opinion.

I figured even as a kid, Grinch liked foods that were deemed unlikable or even gross. After all, it was shown in the movie that he enjoyed eating onions like apples, and greasy, black banana peels. Why they decided to do that, I don't know. I know the song compared him to at least two disgusting foods (BTW, is arsenic sauce a real thing? If so, how does it taste?) It's not like he ate them. Either way, I thought he might like an onion and cheese sandwich. I myself prefer what Winnie's having (I LOVE grilled cheese!)

As you can see, Winnie's kind of a troublemaker herself. But she doesn't play pranks on all of the schoolkids, just ones she doesn't like (Augustus mostly) I thought it'd be interesting and cute that it was Winnie who taught Grinch how to use spitballs, since we saw him using it at least once in the movie.