Chapter 4: Who is this stranger?
MEANWHILE, ON AN UNFAMILIAR SHORE
It was early in the morning, and along the edge of the forest a shadowy figure is jogging. Once in the light, the figure is 'smurf-like', well, more like a 'smurfette'. The hat she wears on her head is in the traditional shape that all smurfs wore. Her hair is of a golden color pinned back in a ponytail that reaches down past her blue tail. She wore a light gray jumpsuit with light pink leg warmers, pink wrist guards, and a pink cotton belt around her waist.
Her village knows her as Toughette. Every morning she performs a ritual of exercises, and jogging along the path by the beach is one of them. Toughette paused near the shore to do some stretches. She admired the beautiful sunrise over the water. That was when she spotted a strange object being washed up on the shore. The sea sometimes washes up debris like logs and seaweed, but this was something totally different. It appeared that something else was in this mess of logs and seaweed.
Toughette decided to investigate this strange object and headed down to the shore. She looks down upon it to see pieces of wood tangled in some seaweed. But the one thing that caught her attention the most was a pale blue hand poking out from beneath of the debris.
Out of caution, Toughette picked up a long nearby stick and carefully peels away some of the seaweed in order to get a better look on whom own the blue hand. Just then the person lets out a loud moan. Taking Toughette out of her guard, she immediately falls back causing her to land on her butt on the sand.
She waited for a moment, and as soon as she noticed no more noises coming from the object she continues to pull back the seaweed with the stick. Her heart skipped a beat when she saw the face of a smurf underneath all the muck. Of course she had never seen a smurf before, so she is unsure what it was, or where it had come from. All she knows is that this creature was hurt and needed medical attention.
Toughette runs off to grab the strongest branches, leaves, and vines in order to make a gurney for the injured creature. As soon as Toughette pulled the smurf onto the gurney she drags him back to her village.
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Toughette began to struggle as she continued to pull gurney. She grunted and groaned her way through the smurfette village. The load she had been dragging all the way from the beach was now almost too heavy to drag any further. The other smurfettes just stared with baffled expressions as their 'sister' came in with this stranger. Some even started to whisper questions to each other with no real answers to give in return.
"Mama Smurf. Where is Mama Smurf?" Toughette finally stopped and demanded to her fellow villagers.
"Toughette, what in smurfhill are you dragging into our village?" A smurfette with a western style smurf hat on asks.
"Well, maybe if someone would help me smurf Mama Smurf, then perhaps we would know what manner of creature this is." Toughette threw up her tired arms.
"I'll go get her." A smaller smurfette with blond bangs draped over her eyes called out. As she starts to run off to Mama Smurf's house she suddenly tripped over her own feet and lands face first in the dirt.
"Maybe I should go and smurf Mama Smurf, Klutzette?" A smurfette wearing a pink Tutu, and pink ballet shoes suggested to the small smurfette on the ground.
As Ballette ran off in a graceful manner, Toughette heard the stranger whimpering another painful groan.
"Hey, smurf Nursette too while your at it." Toughette calls out to Ballette.
Within minutes Ballette returns with Mama Smurf, Nursette, and a smurfette wearing glasses. She is known as Brainette.
"Toughette. What is the meaning of you bringing a strange creature to our village?" Mama Smurf demands.
Toughette looks up at the elderly smurfette in a red dress. "I'm sorry, Mama Smurf, but I didn't know what else to do. Surely, this creature would die if I hadn't brought him here."
"Alright then, lets have a look at this stranger… Nursette." Mama Smurf motioned to the smurfette wearing a pink dress with a white apron and a red cross on it.
Nursette nodded her head and followed Mama to help investigate the condition of the injured creature.
Mama Smurf pulls off some mud and seaweed off the creatures face. With her eyes she examined the features on its pale bluish white skin and gasps. "Well, I'll be smurfed. This is a Smurf."
"Aahhh." Many of the crowding smurfettes said.
"What's a Smurf?" A brunette smurfette in a purple dress, known as Valvette, whispered to a short light brunette smurfette. The smurfette gave her sister a grumpy expression and crossed her arms.
"Does it look like I care what a Smurf is?" Grumpette answered. When she felt no one would noticed she peered down at the injured new comer with a worried expression.
"Smurf; a legendary form of elf with blue skin." Brainette said as she read from a book.
"That's Smurftacular, Brainette, but what does that mean in English?" Valvette complains.
Brainette let out a long exasperating sigh. How she longed for an intellectual with an IQ as high as hers, other than Mama Smurf, to communicate with.
"A Smurf; the male version of us." She groaned.
"Ohhhh." The Smurfettes chimed at once. They now understand what a smurf is.
"Quickly. By the looks of his injuries and the sound of fluid in his lungs, he won't last much longer. Lets get him to my clinic so we can begin treating him." Nursette announces after checking the smurfs breathing with her stethoscope.
"Ok, but I need help pulling him there. He's getting real heavy." Toughette said as she wipes some sweat from her forehead.
"Alright," Mama Smurf nods. "Cowgirl, Valvette, Melody, help Toughette with this gurney."
"Eeew, you want to do physical labor?" Valvette cringed.
"Valvette, it's not going to kill you." Toughette growled.
"Maybe not, but sweat is so unsanitary." Valvette waved off.
Toughette threw down the vines she used to drag the injured smurf to the village, and started rolling up her sleeves in order to intimidate Valvette. She even growls louder to show her annoyance.
"Alright, alright. I'm helping." Valvette walked up to the gurney and picks up a loose piece of vine at one of the corners with her index finger and thumb. She then turns to Toughette and ads. "You know, Toughette, you should really look into seeking professional help for this temper of yours."
"Arg!" Toughette cries out.
While the three smurfettes struggled to pull the young smurf to Nursette's clinic, Valvette, daintily, holds a single vine as she walked beside the gurney.