Pushover Pushes Back/Part 2

"This one doesn't envy the position you were put in at the time, dealing with your fellow Smurfs as they have dealt unto you in putting the weight of their tasks upon your shoulders all the time," Polaris said.

"This smurf also shares the same sentiment, which makes this smurf wish that this smurf could have returned home much sooner to help you deal this problem, Pushback," Empath said.

"Well, Tapper and Duncan have always said that this is a problem that I had to smurf with on my own sooner or later," Pushback said. "I just wish it didn't have to smurf that Firefly Festival in order for me to smurf up for myself, but at least in retrosmurf I am glad that it finally happened."

"This one would still like to know more about how it reached that point, Pushback, if it's not a problem for you to relate that story," Polaris requested.

"No, not a problem at all," Pushback said. "I was smurfing finished with my job at the grinding mill and so started on my job of smurfing rocks over to where Handy and his crew were smurfing up the stage for the performers."

And as Pushback continued telling the story, Empath and Polaris both saw that Handy, Farmer, Tracker, and Duncan were busy assembling the stage, with Handy nailing down the wooden supports and the other three building the stone wall.

"I'm beginning to wonder where Hefty is right now," Handy said. "He should be here with the pile of rocks that he said he was going to smurf."

"That do not be typical of Hefty to just smurf hooky on us when we really need a job to be smurfed there, Handy," Farmer said.

"But smurfing this job as it is is really wearing us out," Tracker said. "I wouldn't mind smurfing a bit of a break so we could smurf a bite to eat."

"Yup, I do be feeling that way myself, Tracker," Farmer said.

"You young pups really need to stop smurfing about your stomachs and smurf your backs into smurfing the job you're supposed to be smurfing," Duncan said.

"We're not all like Empath there, Duncan," Tracker said. "If he was here, he would have most of this job done and smurfed already, and we would have time to just relax and prepare ourselves for the party."

"I doubt that Empath would want to return here to see you Smurfs as nothing but a bunch of lazysmurfs, smurfing all your jobs off to him," Duncan said. "If anything, I'd want to still be smurfing right beside him if he smurfs home and decides to get his hands smurfy like the rest of us."

"Oh, wait a minute, here comes Pushover," Handy said as he saw Pushover approaching while carting the pile of rocks in Hefty's wheelbarrow to the spot were the stage was being constructed.

"Here's the rocks that Hefty said you needed," Pushover said, letting out a sigh of relief as he set the wheelbarrow down. "Where shall I smurf these?"

"You could smurf us a hand, if you don't mind, Pushover," Tracker suggested, grabbing a stone from the wheelbarrow and handing it off to Farmer.

"Yup, just smurf it right on the wall," Farmer added.

Pushover then noticed that Tracker and Farmer were now leaving the work place. "Hey, where are you Smurfs going?" Pushover asked.

"Well, for lunch, my good Smurf," Tracker answered. "May we smurf you back a bite?" Pushover shook his head in disbelief as he watched the two Smurfs head off away from the work place.

Duncan sighed. "Smurfs like it's going to be just me, you, and Handy left to smurf up this stage now, Pushover," he said after watching the two Smurfs leave. "You sure you feel up to smurfing this job, laddie?"

"Don't mind me, Duncan," Pushover said. "I'm going to get this job done even if I'm the only Smurf left smurfing it."

Then after a while of working, Handy stopped what he was doing. "Hmmm, it sure is hot today," he said to himself. "I think that I'll go smurf a swim in the river, to smurf myself off." He then handed Pushover his hammer while the latter was still stacking up. "I have an errand to run. Be a smurfy Smurf and finish up for me, will you, Pushover?"

Pushover looked at the hammer in his hand, feeling a bit angry and ready to use it on the next Smurf that would pawn off his job to him to take care of. "Yes, certainly, Handy," he muttered before he continued on with his work.

Duncan sighed as he watched Handy now depart from the work place. "That's the last Smurf who should be smurfing off from his job when it's that important to be smurfed," he said with a hint of anger in his voice.

"This whole thing is my all fault, Duncan," Pushover said. "If I weren't such a doormat to these Smurfs, always saying yes when I really want to say no, I wouldn't be letting them smurf all these jobs they should be smurfing to poor old me. You think that I'm just too weak of a Smurf, don't you?"

"You shouldn't blame the whole thing on yourself there, laddie," Duncan said. "You're just too nice of a Smurf to ever refuse to help, even if Smurfs like Hefty continue to bully you into smurfing things that he himself should be smurfing himself."

"I know, and I truly wish that I could be strong enough to smurf him in his place when he smurfs that," Pushover said. "Then nobody will ever have to smurf me as just a Pushover Smurf that they can smurf anything with."

"You just got to believe that you're a strong Smurf who can smurf anything that you can smurf your mind to smurfing, Pushover," Duncan said. "Then if anyone asks you to smurf something that you don't want to and you say no, you won't feel ashamed and you won't feel like a coward."

Pushover sighed. "I just wish that today will be the day that I can finally smurf up for myself, Duncan. I really do."

To be expanded on.