Miracle's First Crush (Hero Stories)/Part 4

It took some time for the Smurfs to finally return home, when they arrived back in the village; they noticed Mother Smurfette observing a group of Smurfs working on village maintenance.

"Mother Smurfette!" Smurfette called out loudly, so she could hear. "We've returned with the hazelnuts that Papa Smurf wanted us to smurf."

Mother Smurfette turned and noticed that many sacks and baskets were filled with hazelnuts. She was delighted that they had come back with so many.

"Excellent work, my little Smurfs!" Mother Smurfette rejoiced. "That's us now all set for the early smurfing of winter."

"We've also brought a friend back with us, Grandma Smurfette," Miracle sang out.

"Oh?" Mother Smurfette questioned. "Who would that be?"

Miracle brought Bombollino before Mother Smurfette, who just looked at her innocently; but also showed a great deal of respect towards the elder Smurfette.

"This is Bombollino, Grandma Smurfette," Miracle introduced. "He's the elf we met; when we were smurfing the wheat from that human farmer's fields."

"Bombollino, this is Mother Smurfette!" Smurfette added. "She's the leader of the village, along with Papa Smurf who you've already met."

"It is a pleasure to meet you, Mother Smurfette," Bombollino said with a lowering of his hat to show respect.

Mother Smurfette smiled back at him, "It's a please to meet you, Bombollino," she responded. "You sure do have some good manners and smurf a great deal of respect towards your elders."

"It's just how my mother and father brought me up," Bombollino said. "They brought me up to show great respect to those who possess great knowledge and understanding."

Mother Smurfette smiled again, she was beginning to like their elf guest; but Papa Smurf arrived, wondering what was going on.

"What's smurfing on here?" he inquired. "Why haven't you smurfed the hazelnuts into the storehouse yet?"

"The young ones just smurfed home, Papa Smurf," Mother Smurfette responded. "They've also smurfed a friend with them."

Papa Smurf noticed it was the same musical elf they had encountered before, he felt like he didn't introduce himself properly at their last meeting.

"I do apologize for not giving you a proper greeting the last time our paths smurfed," Papa Smurf said, offering a handshake. "I was just too focused on having my little Smurfs smurf the supplies we needed."

"It's not a problem, Papa Smurf," Bombollino answered with a smile, accepting the handshake. "I understand you had priorities."

"Unfortunately, Bombollino. You'll have to smurf the night in the storehouse as there's not enough room. I hope you're okay with that?" Papa Smurf said.

"He can stay with us, Grandpa Smurf!" Miracle happily insisted.

"I'm afraid he can't, Miracle," Smurfette apologized.

"Why not, Mama Smurf?" Miracle begged.

"We just don't smurf the room in our house, we've only got 2 beds to smurf in," Smurfette explained.

"We can smurf a makeshift one downstairs in the living room," Miracle insisted again.

"Again, I'm sorry, but he can't smurf with us," Smurfette insisted.

"Please, Mama Smurf, please!" Miracle begged.

"NO, MIRACLE!" Smurfette raged, staring angrily at her.

Miracle had never heard her own mother shout at her like this, she felt like crying. Smurfette noticed the tears beginning to form in Miracle's eyes, she now felt extremely guilty inside.

"I'm so sorry, Miracle," she cried. "I didn't mean to smurf out at you like that, it was unsmurfy of me."

Miracle didn't say a word, she just broke out in tears. Smurfette immediately gave her a mother's embrace.

to be expanded later.