Prisoner

Ysphir had had it up to her neck with these simpering fools in the form of the Grinch's managers and subordinates. Being in charge of their labor was her duty and she was going to do it even if it meant that she had to sometimes join them in the tasks because of how slow and sluggish they were.

She could have sworn they were doing it on purpose, clearing the forest with such sluggishness. It would take a century before they completed the clearing, if they continued that way.

Her Master, Santa had asked her to not pressure them but if only he knew how difficult it was to push these mindless idiots in the right direction.

"Move it" Ysphir bellowed at the top of her lungs. While urging the Green Giant forward. He mumbled something indiscernible but continued moving at such a slow pace.

Ysphir made a mental note to bring this up with her master, Santa so he could rescind his order for her to take it slow with the Grinch's subordinates.