Disclaimer: I do not own any of the following characters except for one.

~*~*~The Beginning~*~*~

Just on the stroke of midnight, a litter of pumbersella's swirled and danced in the icy air. Each were colorful with baby blue colors, and various were sent into a downward decent to Whoville grounds, a town filled of Who's. One by one, cries broke the silence in the air from the children, but one.

A pumbersella just skirting the group contrasted the others with its looks alone. The umbrella attached to the basket in which a baby laid was in a bad state. The canopy that allowed flight was chancing falling away with its tatters marked into the fabric. Dirt and animal feces were strewed across the umbrella, taking away its natural colors. Endangering the child wiggling around in the confines of blue and green blankets was the threat the cold gave off with its cold bites. Just luckily, the hair coating its body supplied warmth, but that alone was not a barrier that would hold for much longer, even with the assistance of blankets covering it.

A warning knell was played as a signal that the children were coming to their chosen parents from Whoville. Heads of Who's peeked out from the threshold of their doorways, cupping reddened hands around their eyes to see through the white haze in search of a pumbersella. Wishful prayers were sent in hopes that "this is the day our family is complete." And as the babies were sent to doorsteps, no one noticed the gale that sent one particular pumbersella off track.

The wind pushed with harsh blasts of snow flurries, driving the child north to Mt. Crumpit. Through all the whips of cold, not one sound had left the victim of the cruel treatment nature brought to it without freewill. Instead the baby just clenched tiny fists into its covering, smacking gums all the while as the chill of winter brought nothing but discomfort to its small form.

No hope seemed to be left for the child as it could not cry out with wales of help. The newborn, ever since descending from the heavens, would forever hold a serenity of quietness.

As one final gale of air shoved the child into something solid, resulting in a loud 'THUD' and a jostle of balance as it fell against rock, the baby only hoped for one thing: a savior.

To new readers: The story has romance in it between the Grinch and Martha May. Though that coupling will come later in the story as that is not of focus right now, but I advise readers to continue on.

This story is not really a Christmas story, and it takes place before the Grinch became "good-hearted". This is just a twist in the "How the Grinch Stole Christmas" time line.

To older readers: So this chapter was edited, and hopefully a little bit longer than the original. Please, again, do not complain about the length. With revising will come more of a small scroll bar as I will be adding more with my rewriting.