Wednesday was expected to be a normal day. After all, Monday and Tuesday had both passed without a hitch. Of course, Kurt almost got his tail stuck in the meat slicer, but that's another story. But aside from that, Kurt had gone back to what Franz assured me was his perfectly normal self, and his appetite seemed to shrink to human proportions.
Yet my life was still up in the air. I had a man sleeping in my room, and I'm pretty sure my parents were able to hear the snoring. Thankfully, they probably just thought I was a freak or something. I still had to feed an extra person without anyone knowing, and Franz, who was still stuck on the couch, had discovered that not only could I cook, I could bake. His way to torture me was to tell Mom to make me bake something; cookies, cakes, pies, etc. Luckily I got back at him. I had Kurt use his tail to put laxatives in his cereal. Now that was entertainment.
But back to the story. Wednesday, as I mentioned, is sort of a day that isn't. Before Wednesday, it's the beginning of the week. After Wednesday, it's the end of the week. Wednesday is just there to everyone. Except for Kurt, the Blueberry Muffin Man. He likes Wednesday. That Wednesday we had no school. Kurt, wanting to explore the five acres surrounding our house, insisted that we go for a hike. Franz wanted to stay home, so he locked himself if his room and posted horror movie spoof movies on YouTube. That left me with the German Loch Ness Monster for a few hours of hiking. Couldn't be that bad right? Right? Wrong.
"KURT!!! Stop teleporting ahead of me!" I yelled to him as I tripped over another tree branch in my way. He could get out of the tough spots, but I couldn't. If I was stuck in the middle of the sticks, so was he.
"Fine, fine, I'm zorry. You know dat I am not uzed to dis." He said appearing next to me out of the blue.
"No kidding. A hike does not mean appearing in the places easy to walk, and avoiding the places that aren't."
"It'z more fun dat vay. Here, let me show you." With that, he grabbed my shoulders and we zoomed out of the nasty parts and appeared in a much nicer area. An area that I could actually move around in. Yes, he was right. This was much nicer. Kurt walked next to me and babbled on and on about his life when he wasn't around us.
"I love pirates." He announced cheerfully after a few moments. "They are fantastic! All the swashbuckling, the excitement! It is vonderful!"
"And I suppose you consider yourself a pirate, of sorts?" Kurt smiled his pointed grin. "Ja. I often compare myself to Errol Flynn." I wondered what he would think if I told him what I often compared him to. He probably wouldn't like it too much.
"Well, we have plenty of pirate movies in the house. You could watch some of… Kurt? KURT?" I yelled. That twit had vanished again.
"KURT?" I yelled again, starting to get worried. Before I could enter into panic mode, Kurt the Smurf dropped out of the sky and landed in front of me, on his tail. Kurt began laughing hysterically, prompting me to stand up and chase after him. Not too fun, considering he had an obvious advantage.
The hike in itself had been okay, I'll admit that. But I could tell it was getting late, and we needed to get home before one of my parents showed up. Kurt graciously agreed to bring us both back to the house, and within a second, we were both back in my front yard. Sadly, so was my dad.
