The smurfocalypse chapter 65: Presents from Home
The crew members had left the clinic and scattered every which way to begin their own respective tasks. Coconut was thrilled she had another project to work on. The village wasn't expecting Coconut to pull her own weight at her age. She was free to run and play and enjoy being a Smurfling however that's just not the kind of Smurfette she is. Coconut wanted to grab her tools and get straight to work. She headed back home towards the beach to fetch her tools when in the distance she saw a familiar seagull flying her way. The seagull was of Chief Smurf's personal messenger birds as indicated by the red band around its neck, and was carrying a box with a big red ribbon on it in its talons. Coconut put her hand to her forehead so as to shield her eyes from the sun as she looked up. Right about the time she made it home the seagull landed just in front of her with the present box.
"Hello!" Coconut said cheerfully to the familiar face.
She went to reach for the box, but was nearly pecked for it. The bird kicked the box behind it, and opened its mouth to her holding it open. Coconut slid a Smurfberry between the seagull's beak and it swallowed the piece of fruit before nodding and presenting Coconut with her package.
"Thank you mister bird!" Coconut said.
Mr. Bird nodded, and then took flight presumably returning back to Coconut's home island. Coconut shook the box and put it up to her ear to see what it might be before stepping inside her hut to open it. She took the ribbon off the box and lifted the lid to see an assortment of goodies for her inside. There was a small fruit basket for her, and a shiny brand new red toolbox. The Smurfling's eyes widened with excitement and she squealed as she picked up an apple.
"Fruit!" Coconut exclaimed just before taking a bite of the apple.
Under the fruit basket was a Smurfday card signed by the entire tribe. The tribe members that didn't know how to write drew a picture of the fruit they were named after.
Dear Coconut,
I hope this present finds you well. The fruit trade this season is doing better than previous years! So the tribe got together and every Smurf pitched in to give you a present for your Smurfday. Its value is equal to that of a grandfather clock. I hope these tools aid you well in your new life. I worked all day, and all night to craft you high quality tools for your new job. The folks back home are doing Smurfy, and not a day goes by we don't miss you. Happy Smurfday my sweet Coconut!
-Your friend, Grapefruit Smurf.
"Oh… you guys. You didn't have to do that for me." Coconut said putting her hands to her heart.
Coconut took another bite out the apple and then took her Smurfy new toolbox out of the present box and opened it. Her eyes widened as she found one of just about every tool she ever dream to own alongside a box of nails, a box of screws, and a box of nuts and bolts. All of which were very skillfully made by her middle-aged friend the blacksmith Grapefruit Smurf. Considering the village's metal shortage new tools was just what she was lacking up until now. Though she felt a little naughty for opening her gift so early, she was going to break out the new tools in her latest project.
On the other side of town Secretary would be getting a present as well from Leafland. Papa Smurf's Smurfberry bird returned with a box of jelly doughnuts for her and Psychiatrist to enjoy with their coffee. Secretary was in her black knee-length dress with her black heels and Smurf cap on. Her long brown hair was down. Once Psychiatrist returned home from Doctor's clinic they would be opening up their own clinic and getting straight to work. Sure enough Psychiatrist was coming down the street just towards home and Secretary smiled widely.
"Honey! Welcome home!" Secretary said hugging onto her husband.
Psychiatrist hugged her back and they spent a moment in each other's embrace.
"I got some doughnuts from the girls at the bakery back home." Secretary said.
"Jelly filled?" Psychiatrist asked.
"Yes! Exciting huh?!" Secretary said.
"Well then. I supposed I'll have to fix us up some coffee." Psychiatrist said.
"Sounds Smurfy darling!" Secretary said.
Psychiatrist got inside and got a fire going so he could boil the water they'd need to fix up a pot of coffee. Meanwhile Secretary was happily humming to herself and dusting off some interesting trinkets she scavenged from human houses such as some fine china.
"So is Dreamy Smurf going to be ok?" Secretary asked.
"For the time being he should be just fine." Psychiatrist said.
"That's good." Secretary said.
Psychiatrist nodded and sat down on the sofa, opening the latest copy of The Daily Smurf and giving it a read.
"Weather says the weather should be good enough tonight for a walk… I'm thinking we could have a date night, and I could take you to the beach and have a long walk. Maybe watch the sunset together." Psychiatrist said.
"That sounds Smurfy dear." Secretary said happily.
There was an article in The Daily Smurf about what was going on with Dreamy, but it was less than accurate. Surely every Smurf would be bugging Doctor now to make sure Dreamy wasn't dying, but what was a copy of The Daily Smurf if it didn't cause some sort of ruckus?
"That Reporter Smurf sure knows how to inflate a story…" Psychiatrist said.
Secretary nodded in agreement.
"He means well though." Secretary said.
Psychiatrist nodded.
As Psychiatrist and Secretary enjoyed the early morning together the rest of the village was coming to life as well as each Smurf was getting ready to join Handy in the house they all stayed in together to take apart the furniture so they would have more wood at their disposal for whatever Hefty may have planned for the village's defenses. It was just another peaceful morning here in Port Saint Smurf.