The Chronicles of Snagflaff (co-written by Keith and Heather Walker)

It is a well-known fact that the town of Whoville exists on a single snowflake.

Unique. Singular.

Its topography is equally well-known -- the brutal thrust of Mount Crumpet, the shape of Whoville itself, dwelling in the bowl of the valley like bizarre, industrial extrusions of confection candy made into homes. And, of course . . .

Everyone knows of the unnatural event that heralded the arrival of the Grinch. That strange wind. A violent snowstorm. Baskets of Who-Babies floating in the breeze like dandelion spores . . . with the exception of the Grinch, malicious and filled with a green sense of glee in his black, funerary basket.

The arrival of the Grinch threw Whoville into great disarray. They believed they knew the order of the Snowflake, both socially and geographically. Later, after the Grinch had matured and “The Great Christmas Incident” unfolded, the Whos in Whoville once again evaluated their place within the vast scheme of the Snowflake, and, once again, they were satisfied with their conclusions. They believed they understood the lay of the land. Beyond Mount Crumpet lay a vast expanse of impenetrable mountain ranges as far as the eye could see (precisely 3.915 miles). The Grinch, surely, had arrived due to a collision of snowflakes.

Yet, little did they know, on the same night the Grinch arrived in Whoville, another basket draped in white was borne upon that errant wind. A wind that drifted precisely four miles to the East . . . on the same snowflake . . .

Into the town of Snagflaff.