Thinking about it, Mr. Grinch was all bent out of shape, if possible, because of all the noise of celebration coming from Whoville.
Not being into racket of the noise kind, this I can understand. One wonders, if just once a year, Mr. Grinch could have pushed a big rock at his cave door and retreated into the innermost part of his cave and stopped up his ears, or whatever.
He seemed a mite reptilian, he should have been hibernating, too.
As the case was, the Whoville Christmas was just more than he could abide. And doncha have to wonder HOW many years or decades or centuries this had already been going on? The story has it that this was his first such search and destroy mission.
But we are unable to discern just how much prior forbearance and self-restraint he had already been forced to exercise.
Alas, enough was enough. Time to whack out a crude Santa suit, paste on the whiskers, and antler up poor Max.
Let us face it, Max just makes Mr. Grinch look his worst, at best.
Of course, there was a genuine jumbo sled back there in the cave. Did Mr. Grinch ever have good times on it, just swooching down the mountain sides?
Another credit to Mr. Grinch, he actually surgically removed all the Christmas goodies and did not immediately go off and dump them into a crevasse.
He really ENJOYED gathering up all that great stuff!!! He could have scared the daylights out of little Cindy Lou, who was only two, but instead warmly and gently explained the tree light problem and that old Santy was even willing to take the entire tree back to his workshop to fix it.
So he sent her back to her bed with her cup of water and the unsullied reputation of one of the finest old gentleman she could ever have hoped for as her own Santa Claus.
Back to the peak top, to gloat and relish, never mind a full night's feverish work.
Yes, the Christmas Dawn still brought joy to Whoville, with the hand in hand and with the singing and singing.
After a bit of a tiny mishap, Mr. Grinch, without a flinch, gave that dangling sled a mighty wrench......and saved the day.
Max got his big ride, like he had wanted from the first plus a share of roasted beast from the tiny hand of little Miss Cindy Lou, who was only two.
Why did the Grinch want to steal Christmas? Simply because he did not understand anything about the nature of happiness. He had nothing to base it upon.
The End
Sorry, Mr. Karloff.