A/N: Hmmm…Let's see
In this chapter I use some material from Dr. Suess, please note that I do not own any of his copyrighted materials.
Nope, can't think of anything important, except to thank all my supporters!
December 16th
Grinch
When Jack first heard of the new immortal, he'd laughed out loud.
That probably wasn't the best strategy, considering that he hadn't known about him until he met him.
The looming green faced monster thing looked startled at Jack's outburst. The teen had doubled over, clutching his stomach.
Max slowly nudged the bare feet of the boy in front of him, concerned for his master's safety from this crazy immortal.
Jack's laughter slowed a bit, and the hiccups started while he was trying to speak.
"S-hic- sorry. . . I . . . I'm no-hic-t – "Here he broke off, giggles starting up once again.
The Grinch's face screwed up in confusion as he observed the winter spirit in front of him. A growl escaped him, and he pointed a long finger at the boy's chest, pushing him backward until he was against a tree.
"Now listen here kid, if you're looking to annoy me, that you did."
Jack's eyes watered with mirth as he gasped out his sentence.
"Oh gosh, you even speak like the book!"
Once again, he broke off into unstoppable laughter. The green being stared at him, puzzled.
"What do you mean? You are obviously confused. I have no book, why are you so bemused?"
Trying to swallow down his laughter, Jack stared up at the Grinch, questioning the new immortal.
"Don't . . . don't you know? You're the Grinch who stole Christmas, right?"
A nod was given in response, and Jack bit his lip to stop the giggling. Taking in his surroundings, he stuck a hand in his pocket. It was purely luck that he was carrying the Dr. Suess book with him right then. He'd been expecting to have time to read it after the storm in Europe. Drawing it out, he showed it to the Grinch, happily reciting the first part from memory.
"Every Who
Down in Who-ville
Liked Christmas a lot...
But the Grinch,
Who lived just North of Who-ville,
Did NOT!"
Long, green fingers ripped the book from his grasp. The Grinch's mouth opened wide. Jack waited, not so patiently, for him to finish reading the book. Getting bored, he slunk behind the being, reading over his shoulder while balancing on the top of his staff.
When he'd finished the last line – "The Grinch carved the roast beast!" – He turned back to the young man, understanding a bit why he'd been so mirthful.
Trying to form a sentence, he stuttered, wondering why his story had been put in the book. Grinning happily at the Grinch, Jack pushed the book toward him again, hopping off his staff.
And the young boy he said, "Keep the book, it is yours!"
The Grinch tried to form words, but failed, jaw swinging like gaping doors.
Then Jack, he bent down and pat Max on the head
Laughing he jumped in the air calling out behind, "It's already well read!"
Voice growing softer, the teen continued, "It's a present, early – for Christmas!"
Startled by the sudden departure, the Grinch had no choice but to continue his business.
Off with his faithful dog, ready to read the story again, he remarked to Max, grin on his face
"That boy was odd, but his heart's in the right place.
We should be generous too, gift the boy for that wonderful day."
And so when Jack woke up on Christmas to a lovely winter bouquet,
He wasn't confused, just very glad and jolly.
And that is how, my dear reader, is how the two met. Oh, gee, oh, gee, golly.