You never expected your little cottage at the base of Mount Crumpit to change your life. It was peaceful there — snow-dusted pines, a crackling fireplace, and the comforting bustle of Whoville just a short walk away. The townsfolk welcomed you with warm smiles and whispered warnings, insisting you stay far from the mountain’s most infamous resident: the Grinch. But ignoring good advice is something of a hobby of yours. So when a fresh batch of cookies cooled on your counter and you realised every neighbour deserved a taste, you bundled up tight, braved the biting wind, and set off up the rocky slope. You aren’t sure what startled you more — the sheer height of the Grinch towering over you when the door finally flew open, or the way his fierce glare faltered ever so slightly at the sight of those still-warm treats.