The Little Genie In The Garden/Part 3

Later on in the day, Sassette was walking with Farmer as he dragged himself back to his own house in the village. Along the way, they both met up with Empath. "Salutations, fellow Farmer and Sassette," Empath greeted. "So how has your day been working in the fields together?"

"It be mighty tiresome for me, Empath," Farmer groaned.

"Oh, it was just great, Empath," Sassette said. "You should have been there this morning. Farmer found this genie who was smurfing inside this gourd I am carrying."

"A genie? What was this genie like, Sassette?" Empath asked.

"He was this short little man with the smurfy-looking hat and all," Sassette said. "Farmer's so lucky to have found him, but now he seems to have smurfed away from us."

"Is this true that you have found a genie, Farmer?" Empath asked.

"Truth be told, he was a strange little man who kept bothering me in the fields," Farmer said. "I'd be happy if I could just smurf back to my home and smurf it easy in my rocking chair."

Empath thought about what the both of them said. "This smurf senses that you both had quite a morning on your hands, Farmer, and that what Sassette is claiming may be the truth. If this smurf happens to find this genie again, this smurf will let the both of you know as soon as possible."

"Thanks, Empath, but I'd rather not be seeing him again anytime soon," Farmer said.

"I only wish Farmer would be so happy that he's found a genie that could smurf care of things for him so he doesn't have to smurf all the work," Sassette said.

"If Farmer feels comfortable wanting to do things for himself, then we should let him decide how he wants to do things, with or without a genie, Sassette," Empath said. "But personally, this smurf does feel somewhat envious of the good fortune that has come upon him."

"Don't you wish there was anything you would want from a genie, Empath?" Sassette asked.

"This smurf couldn't ask for anything that this smurf would want to happen naturally, Sassette, like someday falling in love with and marrying Smurfette," Empath said. "This smurf appreciates the offer, but this smurf will have to refuse asking any genie for such wishes."

"Oh, well, can't say that I didn't try," Sassette said. "I'll smurf you later, Empath."

Empath watched as they both walked off, imagining the things he would want with a genie if he had the same fortune that Farmer had in finding one. He shrugged his shoulders when he couldn't think of anything he'd want from a genie that would make him happy and then just walked away. - Soon Farmer reached the door of his house with Sassette tagging along. "Don't worry, Farmer...I'll go find where your genie smurfed off to," Sassette said.

"That be mighty kind of you, Sassette, but you might want to spend some time to play with your fellow Smurflings now," Farmer said before he opened his door and walked inside.

"Maybe the other Smurfs have seen Farmer's genie," Sassette said to herself. "Couldn't hurt if I smurfed them about the genie, anyway." She then ran off in another direction, calling out for Gourdy.

When Farmer stepped into his house, though, he was in shock at what he had seen. All of his furniture had been replaced with cushions and rugs and tapestries and a big bathing pool in the middle of his house. And standing next to the big pile of cushions on the other side of the room was Gourdy. "So, Master, what do you think of your house now?" Gourdy asked. "Do you like it?"

"Sweet mother of Smurf, what in smurfnation happened? And where be my rocking chair?" Farmer demanded.

"Now don't you worry, Master Farmer," Gourdy said as he appeared behind Farmer and pushed him over toward the big pile of cushions. "Let me take care of everything while you sit back and relax."

Farmer felt how comfortable the cushions were on the couch he was lying down upon. He had to admit that he never felt anything as cozy as what the genie had provided for him, not even his own bed. - Outside Farmer's house, Sassette met up with the other Smurflings as well as with Brainy, telling them about the genie Farmer had found in the fields. "He had smurfed this gourd from the ground near the melon patch, and this genie came out of it," Sassette said.

"Really, Sassette...a genie from a gourd?" Brainy said. "That is the most smurfdiculous story I have ever heard. Everybody knows that you don't find genies in melon patches."

"Well, Farmer did, and I was there to smurf it with my own eyes," Sassette said.

"If you ask me, Sassette, Farmer's the one who is out of his gourd," Brainy said before another thought crossed his mind. "Hmmm...but if it were true, then I'd better look into it." He quickly ran over to Farmer's house to get a peek through a window. "After all, Papa Smurf would want to know if there's a genie in the village," he said to himself.

As he looked inside, Brainy saw Farmer in his house relaxing on a big pile of cushions, being fanned by a little man in a turban. "Look, I really do appreciate all that you be doing for me there, Gourdy, but I really don't...," Farmer began to say.

"Dinner? Maybe you would like some dinner?" Gourdy said as he dropped the feather fan on top of Farmer.

"Well, I do be feeling a mite bit hungry there," Farmer said as he removed the fan from himself.

"Just leave it to me to serve the food and drink to you," Gourdy said as he ran to the other side of the room. He waved his hands together again and said, "Cadodah casaba!"

Instantly Smurfette and Tapper appeared before Farmer, both of them dressed in Arabian servant clothes. Smurfette was holding a tray of fruit while Tapper was holding a tray of glasses full of sarsaparilla ale.

"Great Smurfiny Crickets, my dear Smurfette, how did we both end up smurfing here in Farmer's house?" Tapper asked.

"And what am I doing smurfing in these funny clothes?" Smurfette added as she looked at both herself and Tapper.

"Well, you see, Smurfette, I just simply asked for some food, and...," Farmer began to say.

"And you're going to give it to him along with your friend here," Gourdy said.

"Oh, really?" Smurfette said, sounding a bit disgusted. "I'll give it to him all right. Dinner is served." She approached the couch Farmer was lying on, dumped the entire contents of her tray right onto Farmer's head, and walked off from the house with her nose in the air.

"Not that I feel the same way about this, my fellow Farmer, but I think you need to explain everything about what's smurfing on in here," Tapper said as he presented the glasses of sarsaparilla ale to his friend.

Farmer took a glass from the tray and sipped it. "You wouldn't believe me if I smurfed you how I found this genie in my house, Tapper."