"Mr Grinch!" said Mr. Wilson from his comfy spot on the couch, "why are you in the Christmas Tree?"
The Grinch sat upon his perch, surprized that Mr. Wilson had woken up, but not so surprized that he couldn't think up a lie and think it up quick.
"I'm looking for a little birdie who lost his momma," said the sly, mischievous Grinch. "I heard him chirping, and he broke my heart."
"Those aren't real birds you dummy," said Mr. Wilson with a grin. "Come on, I'll show you the real birds!"
Mr. Wilson and his new found friend strolled to the kitchen door and glanced outside. There, as promised were dozens of birds gathered around the feeders.
"If we can get somebody to let us out we can chase them!" said Mr. Wilson.
"And if we catch one, we can eat him!" said The Grinch.
"Oh no, we never catch them," said Mr. Wilson. "We just chase them."
That old Grinch then slivered his way through the crack at the bottom of the door and snuck his way right up to a pair of mourning doves who were happily eating the sunflower seeds that fell from the feeders. Just as his grinchy little fingers were about to snap the neck of one of the doves, Mr. Wilson barked frantically and scared the birds away.
"Maybe you should stay outside!" he said to The Grinch and ran to the bedroom to tell his dad what The Grinch had done.
"His brain is full of maggots, his breath is like disease Mr. Wilson, stay as far away from him as you can get!" said Wilson's Dad.
Mr. Wilson returned to the door to keep an eye on his friend The Grinch, but The Grinch was gone, leaving only some feathers scattered around the snow at the bottom of the bird feeders.
"Oh Mr. Grinch, what am I going to do with you?"