The Discovery Of Smurfette Island/Part 7

The next morning Empath was awakened to a loud cry that rang throughout the entire Smurfette Island village. It was so piercing that Empath fell out of bed as he heard it.

"Oh, that's just so painful to listen to this early in the morning," Empath said as he picked himself up from off the floor. He looked at the clock hanging on the wall of his bedroom and saw that it was 6 in the morning.

He yawned as he headed for the door of his guest house, hoping that he would be invigorated by whatever the Smurfettes were going to have for breakfast that morning. He was immediately accosted by a brunette-haired Smurfette carrying a notepad and a pencil around with her.

"Oh, good morning, new Smurf of the village," she greeted. "My name is Journalist, and I just want to write a complete article about you, who you are, what you smurf, everything that you like, all that smurfy stuff that I feel my readers would want to know about you."

"Do you even breathe when you talk?" Empath asked, noticing how fast she was speaking.

Journalist giggled. "So you noticed that about me. Yes, well, that's just how I talk normally, because you see, I want to ask all the important questions of those that I intend to interview, and if I miss any question, well, that's not going to be a good complete interview, so I make sure that I get everything that I want to ask out on the table, so every Smurf that I talk to will be able to answer those questions. You understand?"

"Just barely," Empath said, feeling like his ears were trying to catch up to her speedy form of speaking. "Would you mind if we saved the interview until later on when this smurf is fully awake?"

"Oh, sure, that wouldn't be a problem," Journalist said. "You might want to clean yourself up first before breakfast. We do have a place for you to smurf yourself up so you can smurf your absolute best. Right now the Smurfettes are using it, but I'm sure they would let you smurf some privacy when they're done."

"That would be fine, thank you," Empath said. "Just show me where the Smurfettes bathe themselves and this smurf will wait for them to finish before this smurf does what this smurf has to do."

"Right this way," Journalist said as he took her to the place called The Shower House, where he could hear Smurfettes busy getting themselves clean and ready for the day ahead. He could see some Smurfettes already leaving with towels wrapped around their torsos, smelling clean from the soap and shampoo.

"Look, it's the male Smurf," one of the Smurfettes said. "He's going to smurf a shower."

"Oh, my," another Smurfette said. "I would want to see what he smurfs like without any clothes."

"Me too," the first Smurfette said, as they both giggled together.

Empath sighed as he sensed that the Smurfettes were gathering themselves at the door of The Shower House, waiting for Empath to go in. He had a feeling that they wanted to see him without his clothes on, which made him feel a bit embarrassed.

Soon he could hear, "The Shower House is ready for you!"

"This smurf appreciates it, my fellow Smurfettes," Empath said as he went inside and closed up the drapes so he could have a bit of privacy. But the Smurfettes still hung around outside, hoping to get a peek at Empath without his clothes.

Sympathy arrived at The Shower House to see her fellow Smurfettes all crowding around outside it. "Say, what's smurfing on here?" she asked politely.

"It's Empath, Symp," one of the Smurfettes answered. "He's smurfing a shower now."

"And we're just wanting to smurf him without his clothes on," another Smurfette answered with her voice dropped low.

"I'm sure it must be fascinating, but don't you Smurfettes think you should smurf him a bit of privacy so he doesn't feel like you're smurfing upon him all the time?" Sympathy asked.

"Aw, what's the matter, Symp?" one of the Smurfettes asked condescendingly. "You're not interested in male Smurfs now?"

"What do you expect? All she had for years was just us smurfing around her all the time," another Smurfette said.

"Well, if she doesn't want Empath, maybe we can have him," a third Smurfette said, with all of them giggling afterward.

"Excuse me, my little Smurfettes, what seems to be the problem here?" Mother Smurfette asked as she came around The Shower House. "You're not bothering our new guest in our village now, are we?"

"Oh no, Mother Smurfette," one of the Smurfettes hastily answered.

"We just want to see what this Empath smurfs like when he smurfs out of the shower," another Smurfette added, with the others giggling.

"Well, I think we need to smurf our guest some privacy here," Mother Smurfette said. "After all, I don't think you would appreciate his smurfing around into your private business when you wouldn't want him to, would you?"

"No, Mother Smurfette," most of the Smurfettes said together, sounding a bit ashamed.

"Now smurf to your houses and let Empath alone so he can prepare himself for the first meal of the day, my little Smurfettes," Mother Smurfette said with a bit of sternness in her voice.

"Yes, Mother Smurfette," the same Smurfettes said together before they all started to walk away, leaving only Sympathy and Mother Smurfette outside.

"Would any of you Smurfettes have a towel that this smurf can use?" Empath asked from inside The Shower House.

"You can use mine, Empath," Sympathy said, handing him her own through the open window. Empath reached for it and pulled it inside while the two Smurfettes waited for him to emerge.

Soon Empath appeared wearing his own clothes again. "Salutations, my fellow Sympathy, and salutations, Mother Smurfette," he greeted. "This smurf does appreciate being able to freshen up myself before breakfast with your Shower House."

"We hope that you would make yourself useful in helping us expand our village for your soon-to-be-arriving fellow guests, Empath," Mother Smurfette said.

"This smurf would be honored to help in any way possible, Mother Smurfette," Empath said.

"Perhaps we can smurf around the river to find those mushrooms that we can smurf into houses before we smurf any construction work, Mother," Sympathy suggested.

"As long as you are careful out there in the forest, Sympathy," Mother Smurfette said.

"I'm sure I will be safe as long as Empath is with me, Mother," Sympathy said assuringly.

After Mother Smurfette walked away, Sympathy then turned to Empath. "Did you smurf any problems with the Smurfettes smurfing around outside The Shower House when you were smurfing a shower?"

"Of course not, Sympathy," Empath answered. "This smurf could sense that they were curious, but none of them approached this smurf to do any sort of harm."

"You're still going to be very popular around here, Empath, trust me," Sympathy said.

To be expanded.