GHOSTLY
SMURFS
By
Swarlock
They
were swirling around in a multi-colored time tornado. And around them
time crystals were making tinker bell sounds in combination with a
droning hum. They didn't know where
they
were going. The Smurfs all hoped it would be back to the village and
their own world.
And just as quickly they dropped into a river again. Everyone was soaking wet. Smurfette's cap was drenched and her hair was draped out like a mop top.
"Where are we now?" she asked Papa and Grandpa.
"In a bayou from the looks of it," Grandpa replied shivering.
Then the sound of thunder could be heard all around them, then lightning flashed.
"We've got to take cover," Papa Smurf bellowed.
"There's a clearing up ahead," Grandpa. "C'mon, youngin's. This is no place to be in a thunderstorm."
"I see a house up ahead," Brainy shouted.
From a distance stood a dilapitated old mushroom house. It was too big for any smurf let alone people and fairy folk.
Reluctantly they go inside to get warm.
Though they didn't see it, a glowing figure was watching them as they took refuge in his mushroom mansion.
To be continue...