Henry the Grump

At the edge of town inside a dumpster lived Henry the Grump, a yellow-green puppet who was always grumpy. There was one thing that gave him joy, and that was trash. His sanctuary was filled with old newspapers, broken toys, cardboard boxes, apple cores, banana peels, smelly socks, worn-out shoes, spoiled tomatoes and many more!

"Ah, trash. The greatest thing in the world," Henry grumbled in admiration.

Grandpa John was out for a stroll, whistling a tune and holding an empty water bottle in his hand. He spotted the dumpster while walking by and discarded it. Little did he know that bottle bonked Henry on the head.

Henry popped his head out quickly. "HEY! Who threw that?!"

Searching the surroundings for the culprit, he soon caught sight of Grandpa John. "It was YOU, wasn't it," Henry shouted, pointing his finger accusingly.

Grandpa John stopped, then turned around slowly. He knew about Henry not being a happy camper most of the time, and this was no exception. For all he knew, Henry may have been the grumpiest fellow around.

Henry's expression soured. "Don't you know I live in here? That bottle knocked me on the noggin! I don't want trash on me, I want it around me!"

Grandpa John scratched his head sheepishly. "Oh, sorry about that Henry."

"Apologies won't cut it," Henry snapped, tossing the plastic bottle. "And maybe learn to recycle while you're at it!"

Grandpa John picked up the bottle and placed it in a nearby recycling bin. "Tell you what, I can repay you with something, alright?"

Henry crossed his arms. "If it's candy, then beat it! I don't want anything sweet!"

Grandpa John pulled out a granola bar and gave it to Henry. This was something he had never seen before, or at least not in his dumpster.

Henry sniffed and examined. "What's this? Is it expired?"

Grandpa John replied. "It's a granola bar! Comes with chocolate chips, made with peanuts and grains."

Henry hesitated, but sighed. "Alright, fine! I'll accept it, but just to get you off my back."

Grandpa John winked, then walked away. "Enjoy the treat, Henry!"

Henry started feeling hungry, so he opened the wrapper and tried it. He crunched slowly, examining the taste and texture. "Eh. Not bad, but not great either."

A purple monkey swung down from a building, then to a lamppost, and right onto a stack of discarded crates next to Henry's dumpster. It looked at Henry while making gentle noises, curiosity about what was going on.

"What do you want," Henry scowled.

The purple monkey pointed at the granola bar, then at Grandpa John in the distance.

Henry chewed away. "If you think this means me and that old man are friends, you've got the wrong idea! Now scram!"

The monkey chattered and jumped away on buildings, leaving Henry alone under the gray sky. After that, Henry closed the lid to his dumpster and locked it. Even though he many not admit it, the snack made him feel just a little better.

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