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A Who Story
Verglas’ Last Hope
Verglas had traveled far and had finally reached his destination. He looked up the mountain. Then he checked his copy of the book. Yup, this is definitely Mount Crumpit, Verglas thought.
Verglas imagined him up there in his cave, enjoying the afterglow of his newly-increased heart size. Probably humming fahwho foraze, dahwho doraze. And possibly still snacking on leftovers from his Whoville Christmas dinner.
Verglas considered himself a good Who Bear. He had never posed as Santa, and he never tried to steal Christmas. He rarely lied. Except to Benny when he didn’t want to go swimming. And he only ate fish. But the Whos were still scared of him.
Perhaps if he explained his dilemma to Mr. Grinch, he might be willing to introduce him to the Whos. Surely Mr. Grinch could relate.
Hearing the Whos sing worked for Mr. Grinch. Maybe it will work for me, Verglas thought. He had to try. He was so tired of being a bear born with a tongue two sizes too small.
The stock image inspired this story. Actually, the bear’s too-small tongue and his looking-up eyes took me there. Initially, I thought of having the bear envy the Grinch. But then I thought having him seeking Grinch’s help would be more bear-able.
