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Me and Chernov head back to the Command Center to come up with a plan, once we arrived we discovered Rick was still gone and Dashie was still on the cot sleeping face down. Her snores didn't bug us, nor do we care. Chernov took his arm and sweep it across the table, knocking all the glass bottles sitting on it onto the floor. They all clattered loudly and surprisingly didn't shatter upon impact, all the noise didn't woke Dashie up.

"Heavy sleeper," said Chernov, "Just like Rachael."

"What do you need me to do?" I asked.

"Anything," said Chernov, "I'll be out running errands so we'll meet back here around dusk, all you have to do is do chores and help the local green smurfs, simple as can be."

He used Papa Smurf's quote, he meant business. "I will Chernov." I replied.

"I know you will," said Chernov, "These green smurfs will reward you with your love, not just friends, as family."

Chernov turned towards the door and left, I stood there for a moment and planned my next move. I looked at the floor and saw all the glass bottles littering the floor, they all reek with Dashie's breath. I guess I'll start by cleaning the Command Center, I'll need a bag to store all the glass bottles in for disposal. I looked around and found a bag, simply chucked to the edge of the one room spiderhole, I grabbed the bag and began to store it with glass bottles.

The bag was huge, and it was able to hold a lot of bottles. I picked up a glass bottle one by one and stuffed it into the bag as Dashie sleeps, I heard her fart all of a sudden. What's hilarious is that I saw her skirt blew upward from the fart, it was anything but funny since the smell was awful. I don't she ate, but it smelled horrible, so bad that it made me wanna throw up. I suck it up and continued to work, ignoring the awful smell.

I picked up the final bottles near Dashie's cot, she didn't stir from me removing them. With all the bottles removed, I picked up the bag and hauled it outside, simply placed it on the curb for it to be collected by a waste management smurf. My first task has been completed, I head inside and plot my next move. When I walked inside, Dashie's snoring became louder. This time she had turned over and was now lying on her back, her beer gut stuck up in the air well past her nose.

Curious, I approached her and placed a finger on her beer gut to touched it. I expected it to be soft, but I realized it was hard, solid, mostly around the upper right region of her belly. Disgusted, I withdrew my hand and backed away from her. "Let's see if any of the green smurfs needs help with anything." I said to myself.

I head out into the Green Smurf Colony, not sure what I would get myself into. I traveled through the colony, looking for green smurfs to help. I found plenty of green smurfs n need, and I did my best to help them. Some of the help was physical labor, I have to carry stuff by hand. Other jobs were more of holding something for a green smurf or delivering letters from one part of the colony to another, I like doing those jobs instead of carrying heavy loads around.

There was one job that requires fingerwork, which leads to me massaging the backs of green smurfs who were overworked from their responsibilities. They were tense, I never seen a smurf so exhausted since Papa Smurf. They suggested using heated stones to rub their backs with, making it more easy on my hands. I took their word for it and my hands avoided being achy once I'm done, all the green smurfs who I've massaged went back to work in whatever profession they had. I, of course, got myself a massage from a friendly green smurfette once I'm all finished. Once she's done, I said my thanks before moving on to the next job.

This job was easy, I transport goods and drop them off at the green smurf villages by truck. These trucks carry food, tools, and resources necessary for living. It was tricky driving the trucks, since it was different from controlling a smurfmobile and smurfvee. I jumped every time I nearly hit somesmurf or something, thankfully I didn't hurt anysmurf despite making a few green smurfs angry. Once I've unloaded all the goods from one truck, I drove the truck back to the warehouse and get behind the wheel of another one. I did this 15 times until I decided I had enough.

I had learned the hard way on how complex green smurf living was, working wore me out a lot. For hours I managed to keep up with quotas with many jobs, trying my best not to break down in the process. Chernov was right again, this wasn't like watering flowers in a garden. Discovering how back breaking it was to work in the Green Smurf Colony made me understand the green smurfs more, they all work like this so they can stay alive, to be independent, to be free. Even though Chernov was the official leader, nobody was really leading anysmurf, its law and order in an anarchy society. It was a surprise for me that they can function well without leaders.

I wanted to rest for a moment, so I sat down on a metal bench and laid back. As I rest, I listen to the green smurf atmosphere, the sound of tools roaring, hammer's flailing, and green smurf voices shouting at the distance ring through my head like Harmony's horn. I never heard anything like it, at the Smurf Village its almost always quiet but here there's always activity going on.

Busy bees, that's what they are, those green smurfs like to work all day long. Its not like they're happy in all, they don't laugh or sing much. Nearby I heard a green smurf whistling the song "Korobeiniki" as he was hauling a heavy load on his back. I watched as he walks by, he appears exhausted as he was covered in his own sweat and was panting. He kept right on going, carrying that huge sack on his back.

Just before he leaves the area, he tripped and I heard something cracked loudly. The green smurf yelp, yet he didn't cry nor scream. I watched as he falls to the ground, pushing the large sack aside. His foot was twisted the other way, it looked bad. I got up and rushed to the green smurf's aid, he was just laying on his back acting as if everything was fine.

"Are you okay?" I asked worriedly.

"Twisted my ankle," said the green smurf, "Can you please twisted back the right way?"

I examined his foot, it was getting swollen from the torn ligaments. "Which way should I turn it?" I asked.

"Looking underneath the foot," said the green smurf, "Turn it clockwise."

I looked underneath his foot and twisted it clockwise, I heard it crack loudly as he gave out a quiet gasp. "It must hurt a lot." I said.

"The pain is enough to make you scream your head off," said the green smurf, "Do that, and you'll be calling predators for dinner. They always prey upon the weak, a green smurf cannot afford to be weak."

The green smurf sat upright and groaned, "I gotta get this crap delivered," he said, "I can't afford to miss my quota."

"Is there anything I can do to help?" I asked.

"Get one of my brothers or sisters to take over," said the green smurf, "Preferably a large one, then take me over to the nearby infirmary to get this treated."

"Okay." I said.

"By the way," said the green smurf, "My name is Chad, Mama."

I left Chad as I rushed to the nearby spiderholes, looking for any green smurf to help. After I looked around, I saw a really fat green smurf walking by. I rushed to him quickly, "I need your help," I said, "Follow me!"

"Okay Ma." he says.

I forgotten how athletic green smurfs are, the obese green smurf outran me all the way back to Chad. When we arrived, the obese green smurf immediately knew what to do. "By god Chad," he says in disbelief, "You gotta stop carrying these heavy loads, this is the 3rd time you broke your ankle. If you keep breaking it, you won't be able to run at all when being attacked."

"Just get this sh#t to the warehouse Judd," said Chad, "You can criticize me for being a dumbass later."

"Sure, sure," agreed Judd, "Whatever you say."

I watched as Judd picked up the large sack with little effort and walked off with it, he didn't struggle carrying it around at all. "Fat green smurfs are always the stronger ones." grumbled Chad.

"I heard that." Judd called out to him.

"Shut up!" yelled Chad back.

"Okay grumpy." laughed Judd.

When Judd is out of earshot, I helped Chad up by giving him a piggy back ride. Once he's onto my back, he guided me to the nearest health clinic. When I saw a red cross sign, he pointed me there. I carried him to the health clinic where a doctor was waiting, "Twisted ankle?" asked the doctor.

"Yup." I said as I sat Chad down in a chair.

"You can go now Smurfette," said Chad, "Thanks for the help."

"Okay." I replied.

I looked around the spiderhole and saw a couple of green smurfs in the back, both appear to have serious injuries. I saw one green smurf with bandages wrapped around his torso, stained with a little blood. The other was a green smurfette with bandages wrapped around her head and left eye, her hair was clearly shaven off which indicated brain surgery. Seeing enough, I turned around and walked right out of the health clinic.

I had done enough work for one day, I best head back to the Command Center and wait for Chernov.

TO BE CONTINUED...