To Everything There Is A Season/Part 2

"This one finds it particularly curious that you would attach yourself to such a creature even as you were trying to nurse it back to health, Smurfette," Polaris commented.

"That's how Smurfs are to most creatures of the forest, even those that are smaller than themselves, Polaris," Empath said.

"Well, the following morning I was showing off Squeaky to the other Smurfs, and a good deal of them seemed pleased that he was smurfing all better," Smurfette said.

And as she continued her story, Empath and Polaris saw that Smurfette had emerged from her house on the following morning, to be greeted by Tapper and Duncan who were just outside her house at that moment. "Smurf o' the morning to you, my dear Smurfette," Tapper said. "I can see that your little friend is smurfing a whole lot better than he was yesterday."

"He sure is, Tapper," Smurfette said. "I just smurfed him Papa Smurf's herbal broth and smurfed him to sleep, and he woke me in the middle of the night feeling all better."

"He certainly is an adorable little mouse there, lassie," Duncan said. "You're still thinking of keeping him as a pet?"

"That's what I'm going to ask Papa Smurf about when I smurf him today, Duncan," Smurfette responded. "I don't think that I can smurf another day without him being around."

"You may have to if the mouse has family to smurf home to in the forest, Smurfette," Tapper said. "But I'm sure Papa Smurf won't refuse to let you keep him if that's not the case."

"Let's let the fair maiden enjoy her day with her new pet, if that's what the mouse is going to be, laddie," Duncan said. "We'll smurf you later, Smurfette."

After Tapper and Duncan walked away, Smurfette turned to the little mouse. "I hope the other Smurfs will be just as happy that you're feeling better, Squeaky," she spoke.

Just then, Hefty, Greedy, and Sloppy showed up. "Morning, Smurfette," Hefty greeted. "I see that your little pet is up and smurfing after last night."

"It must be the herbal broth, which came from my own special recipe," Greedy said.

"The little fellow sure looks cute and all, Smurfette," Sloppy said. "Does he have a name?"

"I'm calling him Squeaky, Sloppy," Smurfette replied.

"Here, Squeaky, let's see if you can play fetch," Hefty said as he picked up a twig lying on the ground and threw it a short distance. Squeaky quickly ran, fetched the twig, and brought it back to Hefty.

"Hey, Squeaky, why not try one of my smurfberries?" Greedy said as he pulled out a smurfberry from his bag and threw it to the mouse, who then caught it with his mouth and swallowed it.

"How about trying one of mine, Squeaky?" Sloppy said as he pulled out a smurfberry from his bag and threw it. Squeaky caught it and tried to eat it, but then suddenly spat it back out.

"Oh, Sloppy, those smurfberries are rotten," Smurfette said, sounding displeased with what Sloppy tried to offer Squeaky.

"Naturally rotten, Smurfette, which is just the way I like them," Sloppy said, taking out a smurfberry from his bag and popping it into his mouth.

"Sloppy, you're just so...so...so...sloppy!" Smurfette fumed. "Come along, Squeaky, we might as well go see Papa Smurf."

The three Smurfs watched as Smurfette walked off with her nose in the air, with Squeaky following after her. "Nice smurfing there, Sloppy," Hefty said, also sounding displeased.

"Hey, I was just trying to offer something that Squeaky might like," Sloppy said in his defense. "I can't help it if her mouse is so picky."

To be expanded on.