Polaris' Smurfy New Life/Part 5

Polaris helped Tapper move kegs of sarsaparilla ale from his distillery to the tavern, which made him feel somewhat useful to be put into some form of active duty while he was recuperating even as awkward as he was also feeling about being in the appearance of a Smurf.

"You know, Polaris, smurfing at you right now, you remind me of how Empath used to be in his early years of being a Smurf like us," Duncan said.

"This one is pretty much aware of Empath's early experiences of being around you Smurfs during his visits here, Duncan," Polaris said. "But then again, Empath was born a Smurf, so he should have been experiencing what it's like to be a Smurf from infanthood instead of having to do so years later."

"I can personally understand Empath's feeling of awkwardness of being around his fellow Smurfs in just a hat and pants, my fellow Polaris," Tapper said. "Ever since my days as a Smurfling, I was always taught that a good barsmurfer always dresses like a gentlesmurf, which is partly the reason you would hardly see me smurfing in anything less than my standard clothes. And besides that, I admittedly do feel a little ashamed of my own appearance compared to that of my fellow Smurfs when I do appear in anything less."

"This one has sensed that about you, Tapper, which makes this one admire you for your honesty on that particular issue about yourself," Polaris said.

"Yeah, well, Tapper's yet to find the right Smurfette that will bring out the real Smurf in him, laddie," Duncan said. "Not that Smurfette herself hasn't tried smurfing so, but she rather smurfs a fancy to Tapper appearing the way he is most of the time, so that's going to smurf a good while to happen."

"Do you believe that there might be female adult Smurfs living in a village similar to your own, Duncan?" Polaris asked.

"I only believe that it might be a possibility there," Duncan answered. "Of course, I do wonder what they might even smurf like. Who knows, it could be a bunch of Smurfettes that all have the same color hair except for their leader, smurfing leaves as masks and living in some forbidden part of the forest that we haven't smurfed yet."

"That's something that every Smurf here has dreamed about at one point or another, Polaris," Tapper said. "But whether or not such a group actually exists, it will not smurf me from living according to the will of the Almighty, in complete purity and holiness all the smurfs of my life."

"All the smurfs of his life," Duncan scoffed. "I swear that the laddie is just going to smurf into a complete monk if this keeps smurfing on with him."

"This one is not offended by Tapper's choice of a life pursuit, Duncan," Polaris said. "In fact, that's what the Psyche Master and the Great Ancestors demand of the Psyches, for that's how a Psyche will someday be able to be counted worthy of ascending to the Ancestors on that day of passing from this life."

"I would rather you be able to be smurfed worthy of the resurrection and the life that is to smurf when this world passes away, my friends," Tapper said.

Just then, Vanity came passing by the tavern. "Hello there, my fellow Smurfs," he said before he got a look at Polaris and then added, "My, where did that handsome specimen of a Smurf came from?"

"That 'handsome specimen' happens to be Polaris Psyche, you peacock," Duncan said with a bit of distaste.

"His condition is apparently a side effect of the Long Life Elixir that Papa Smurf and Empath had smurfed to him the night before, my fellow Vanity," Tapper explained.

"Well, he certainly smurfs close enough to be identical to Empath...if it weren't for the fact that he doesn't have a tail," Vanity commented after he got a closer look at Polaris in his current condition.

"So what smurfs you here besides just smurfing at yourself in the mirror all the day long?" Duncan asked.

"Oh, I just thought I'd check up on Polaris, to see if he's still smurfing," Vanity answered. "But I surely didn't expect this side effect to happen to him. I can only wonder how long he's going to smurf like this."

"I'm afraid that none of us really know for sure, Vanity," Tapper said. "All we can do is make sure that he doesn't smurf a relapse of the degeneration that happened before the cure was applied to him."

"Don't fret that smurfy little head of yours there, laddie," Duncan said. "If anything happens to our friend, we'll smurftainly let you know about it."

"I only hope so," Vanity said. "Anyway, Polaris, I'm surely glad that you're smurfing better. I might as well go and smurf off to elsewhere while you're recovering. Ta ta for now."

Polaris watched with Tapper and Duncan as Vanity walked off. "This one didn't like the feeling of how Vanity was looking at this one in my current condition," Polaris said with a bit of distaste.

Tapper sighed. "We can only pray that his attraction to things that aren't smurfy for him won't smurf him down the wrong path to destruction, my fellow Polaris," he said.

"It's certainly not an appropriate thing for a male Smurf to be smurfing," Duncan said, feeling the same way.

To be expanded on.