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Smurf in Hand
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posted 11-10-2008 07:14 PM
Cool Smurf,
That’s cute! They probably look like they’re trying to get a peek of the big world with the tops their little white hats just sticking out!
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I decided to wait until I had this whole tale finished from its harsh beginning to happy ending before posting it. I didn’t want anyone’s last thoughts of this precious baby smurf to have to linger for over a week on the little one’s hardships before I provided the conclusion.
The ordeal
I arrived at the municipal shelter and signed in to enter the area where the animals were being housed. Another S.M.U.R.F. supporter had tipped me off that there was a smurf baby being held here, and that its treatment by the staff was callous at best. The Blue Moon Nursery had room for one more baby smurf and I had been authorized to rescue the little one if possible. Any place with lots of larger animals, especially of cats, made baby smurfs very nervous so my lady friend was caring for Blueberry back at the nursery during this excursion.
I passed cage after cage of dogs, cats, and rabbits until my guide brought me to a dingy little corner where there sat a small wire cage just big enough for a single hamster. I was stunned by the sight before me. There in the confines of that little cage was an unusually small runt of a baby smurf and an ADULT SMURF! I’ve seen a smurfette before when I’d met Tatlerette, but this here was a male of the species. The pitiful little baby smurf had been trying to cover her smooth bare crown with a tuft of mildewed straw from the cage floor. By the forlorn and anxious look in its eyes the sparse covering provided a poor substitute for the feeling of security baby smurfs derived from their special little hats.
Suddenly conscious of my staring, the grown smurf’s cheeks flushed in shame. The poor little creature had been divested of his traditional white pants and hat for “sanitary reasons”. I was about to protest the humiliating way that this sentient being was being treated when a new horror commenced to take place as a brutish staff member appeared with a bucket of soapy water, two clothespins, and an extension hose.
The smurf’s eyes grew wide in fright and picking up the naked baby runt, clutched her tightly and backed into the far corner of their cage.
“You can’t Smurf this to us again!” the tiny blue adult’s voice squeaked in protest as the terrified baby smurf started bawling.
The worker ignored its pleas and opening the cage door, reached out to grab them.
“No! Not the baby! Please!”
The runty blue infant yelped in pain as she was gripped tightly by one of her soft round ears and wrenched from the arms of her protector. The tiny thing was then repeatedly dunked into and swished around the bucket of soapy water, screeching and spluttering each time her little head broke the water’s surface. When the little smurfling was lifted out for the last time it was affixed to an overhead piece of twine by a clothespin clamped onto her tender pea of a tail.
The adult smurf’s was grabbed next, squirming as he was subjected to the same routine, except that a piece of string was used to bind his wrists behind him and that he was hung by his bulbous, fleshy nose.
I couldn’t even begin to imagine how painful it must be for the smurf’s big tender nose to be so tightly clenched by that clothespin. The adult male smurf’s tears flowed freely as he sobbed in abject misery.
The wee little baby smurf’s hysterical squeals tore at my heart. Her soft, sensitive smurf tail was being grotesquely squashed by the clothespin’s grip while her delicate teensy eyes stung from contact with the soapy water.
Finally the man pulled the trigger on the hose’s spray head and aiming it drenched the miserable little blue creatures with ice-cold water. He then took down each of the wet, shivering smurfs and dropped them back into their cage. As the baby’s crying died down to a pathetic whimper I spoke up.
“I need to take this baby smurf to our nursery, she can’t survive the treatment in here!”
I didn’t dare overtly protest further though. I wanted no red tape from these people to impede my rescue effort.
My guide responded “ The baby is going to a pet store tomorrow, they already signed for it.” He seemed to anticipate my next question “I don’t know which shop, except that it’s local”
I left the shelter and immediately began looking up the address and phone numbers of every pet store in the area. I wanted to make sure I found the poor little smurfling before someone bought it. Most people didn’t realize how much care a baby smurf required and after the novelty wore off they were usually dumped at shelters like this one.
I thought about the adult smurf. There wasn’t much I could do for him at the moment but while my guide was distracted I’d dropped a paper clip into the smurf’s cage. It had a simple looking lock on it and perhaps the smurf could open it. Anywhere had to be better that that place…
From cage to cradle
Around the corner I heard a sharp rapping on glass punctuated by someone barking “Freak!” followed by adolescent chortling. I rounded the corner too late to catch the culprit. It was late afternoon and the window belonged to the last pet shop on my list. On display inside a hamster cage was the obvious object of the teenager’s torment. Started by the sudden noise, the bewildered little baby smurf runt had tightly curled into a quivering little blue ball. The shop owner had decided to tie a single pink bow about the little thing’s tail. Entering the shop I immediately inquired about purchasing the diminutive creature. As it turned out while several patrons had been curious about the runt no other offers to buy it had yet been made.
Money exchanged hands and I left the store with my new “pet”. I had to leave it locked in the wire cage during the drive to the nursery lest the poor creature panic and crawl underfoot while I was trying to drive the car. Reaching the nursery I set the cage down on the examination table. The nurse removed the little blue rodent and examined it thoroughly. The runt was kept in isolation for a couple days while its bruised tail healed and my lady friend sewed it some especially small clothing. In the mean time I checked back at the animal shelter and discovered that the adult smurf had “somehow unlocked his cage and escaped during the night”. I hoped he’d eventually make it safely back home. It was know that some birds would allow smurfs to ride them.
Over the next two days time the traumatized little being learned not to fear the humans at the nursery. It would probably always be a little skittish but the time had at last come to properly introduce her to her new home.
The other smurf baby’s crawled and scooted over to the tiny runt as I set her down in her lovingly made little pink outfit and hat. Curious squeaking ensued as teensy blue hands gently grasped at the newcomer’s plump nose and tail. Having been accepted by the other babies, the little runt was soon crawling and tumbling about on the thick playroom carpet with the others. Their happy little baby smurf noises and giggles filled the nursery.
When naptime came the little runt clumsily tried to climb into a small wicker basket where Blueberry already lay. I slipped my finger beneath her soft little bottom and gently lifted her until she rolled headfirst inside with a squeak. Tucking the little one beneath the blanket with Blueberry I stepped away. Blueberry turned toward his new napping companion and began to softly coo as he nuzzled the runt’s cheek with his soft blue nose. The little smurfling appeared to truly enjoy his affection. Her adorable wee blue face beamed with happiness as she began cooing as well in a sweet little way I’d never heard from any baby smurf. When the two Lilliputian infants finally drifted into a peaceful slumber I noticed them holding hands…
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VicGeorge2010
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posted 11-11-2008 06:15 AM
That's so cruel to have them clothes-pinned like that!
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Vega
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posted 11-11-2008 01:08 PM
That was very cruel to treat those smurfs like that. Your story is getting more and more interesting. Can`t wait to read further chapters.
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Smurf in Hand
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posted 11-11-2008 04:46 PM
I appreciate all the feedback!
The part with the clothespins was emotionally difficult for me to illustrate. Revealing what insensitive brutes some humans truly are makes the importance and urgency of the Blue Moon Nursery's mission very clear.
I haven’t yet decided on a name for the smurfling runt. Some ideas are Sugarplum, Sweet pea, or Button. I’m open to suggestions on it. It needs to be an especially endearing little name to reflect her extra small size.
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posted 11-11-2008 08:40 PM
Cool Smurf, how pleasant knowing about your care to your little ones! It's as if you were showing them how awesome, wide and wonderful our world can be (due to its beautiful places, of course), right? ![[Wink]](wink.gif)
My goodness, Smurf in Hand... Those brutal employees from the municipal shelter (shelter?!) plus that evil teenager make Gargamel himself look like St. Francis of Assisi! ![[Gargamel]](graemlins/gargamel.gif) Luckily the runt Baby Smurfette was saved from that hell. I also hope the grown Smurf shall manage to get back to his beloved village, far away from heartless humans like those people. ![[GNAP!]](graemlins/gnap.gif) And yes, I imagine how distressing must have been for you to draw those tortured little Smurfs... ![[Frown]](frown.gif) As well as the "pet Baby Smurf ad"! On the other hand, it's so delightul seeing Blueberry sharing his cradle with his cute new little pal! Very good pics, you really got to pass such an emotion in each of them! ![[Enamored Smurf]](graemlins/Enamored_Smurf.gif)
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Raven Child
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posted 11-15-2008 01:34 PM
Hey Hand in Smurf, your last chapter inspired me to draw this pic:
It reminded me of one of the chapters from "The Smurfette Village" when Toughette confessed to Hefty that she was nearly a science experiment when a human captured her when she was but a smurfling. If Mama Smurf hadn't come to her rescue she would have been stabbed by a large needle. Because of that experience Toughette became afraid of any needles.
I had the idea that she'd be the leader of a band of escaped smurfs from these so called nursery's. Their mission: to break in and rescue mistreated baby smurfs and take them to the safety of a smurf villages. ![[Big Grin]](biggrin.gif)
Enjoy!
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VicGeorge2010
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posted 11-15-2008 01:38 PM
Ouch! That picture really gets the point across that Toughette won't let anybody mess with a Baby Smurf.
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VIC GEORGE -- Westfield, MA, USA
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posted 11-15-2008 04:24 PM
Wow, Raven, such a great idea!! Perhaps the adult Smurf who got away from that pseudo-shelter should join the rescue group and help to save Baby Smurfs. I loved this pic, good job, my friend! ![[Happy Smurf]](graemlins/Happy_Smurf.gif)
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posted 11-15-2008 08:23 PM
I really appreciate that you were so inspired, Raven Child, thanks!
Your drawing skills are of course exemplary, and I’m flattered that you’d add this to the thread. I especially love the fiercely protective look on Toughette’s face as she gently but securely embraces the dusty and weakened blue infant. Your picture really gets the point across!
It would take smurfs no less hardened and determined as those in your team to rescue these babies from the kind of unfeeling human beasts that plague much of my story’s world.
Your illustration in turn has now inspired me. I think I’ll eventually include in my story a cell of “hard line” smurf’s rights activists.
Well done!
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Vega
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posted 11-17-2008 06:36 AM
Raven Child, your fantastic pic has inspired me to find a musical background for it. When a smurf finds himself in world of heartless humans, it`s like he has been "Koncking On Forbidden Doors". And you can be sure that his knocking was heard...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mO-fm3YrmRY
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posted 11-19-2008 05:12 PM
During the following several weeks our newly rescued baby smurf runt had become the darling of the nursery. The sweet tiny being loved to rub noses with the normal sized blue infants. Its tiny, squeaky voice was so endearing that the nursery staff never tired of hearing it. The fragile, undersized smurfling was treated with the utmost care; even above and beyond the extreme gentleness we already afforded each baby smurf. Thanks to our devoted care and frequent feeding the runt slowly recovered the baby fat she’d lost from her harsh treatment at the municipal shelter. She had an extra small baby bottle just for her little hands from which to drink fresh squeezed smurfberry juice. Most of the time though one of us would carefully hold the bottle for her, patiently waiting for her to finish regardless how much she dallied between her noisy, messy slurps and gulps. As some of the laboriously prepared fruit juice dribbled down her chin it was wiped away with one of the tiny soft organic cotton napkins that my lady friend had made for the wee blue babies.
Whenever the lovable little runt became upset or frightened myself or another nursery staff worker would speak to it in soothing tones and cradle the soft, warm creature in a cupped hand. Taking its plump, pea-sized tail between thumb and forefinger, it would be given a series of little squeezes. We’d gentle roll the soft, supple extremity betwixt our fingers and caress it. In response the precious baby creature would lower its head, close its eyes, and emit a happy cooing and gurgling noise.
What we at the nursery loved most though was to tickle the little thing. The magical tinkling of the creature’s laughter never failed to delight us. We’d use any excuse to hear that precious smurf’s merry laughter. After her diaper change the wriggly little creature would be rolled onto her back and after poking its soft little tummy someone would always tickle the extra sensitive, parchment-thin light-blue skin of her underarms. She’d let out a gleeful squeal and try to “protect” the ticklish spot by crossing her tiny limbs while rocking back and forth and giggling hysterically.
On this particular afternoon the little ones were playing a popular game of hide and seek. With a playful squeal the runt dove into in a pile of the nursery worker’s uniforms schedule for the washer, which I’d just set down for a minute. The runt hid quietly in the heap without my realization. I gathered them up into my arms and carried them to the laundry room. I set the pile next to me in front of the dryer while I emptied the washer of its recent load, the smurf’s diapers. Somehow the curious little creature had climbed into the dryer from the mound of clothes sitting before it.
Without looking I tossed in a sizable armload of the smurfs’ recently washed little diapers. Each baby smurf required an unbelievable amount of diaper changes per day if it was to be kept clean, dry, and happy. Neither was the noxious odor of a baby smurf’s soiled diaper for the faint of heart. Only a truly loving person could shoulder the burden and properly care for the fussy, vulnerable little creatures. Our constant toil to keep the baby smurfs healthy and happy was only possible because of our love for the little creatures. To the devoted staff and volunteers of the Blue Moon Nursery, these sheltered and coddled wee blue infants had become the center of our world. We had a motto at the Blue Moon Nursery, “Baby Smurfs are magical beings created for one sole purpose, and that is for each of them to be loved unconditionally.”
I shut the dryer door and setting it to maximum heat pressed the start button. The diapers would stay toasty warm when dry. The baby smurfs so loved the feel of a fresh toasty warm diaper on their on their smooth little bottoms after a changing!
Returning to the playroom I got down on my hands and knees, searching every nook and cranny for my diminutive “playmates”.
I asked myself aloud in mock befuddlement “Now wherever can those little smurfs be?”
I was answered by one or two tiny suppressed giggles.
Every time I found a little blue body crouched behind a stack of alphabet blocks or under a cradle the wee one squealed as I exclaimed “Gotcha!” and tickled their noses, ears, and tails.
Systematically locating the hiding baby smurfs I plucked them up one by one and set them down in the playpen. Some of the simple little creatures actually believed themselves sufficiently concealed because they had merely hid their eyes with their wee hands. Their endearing naivety made me chuckle.
I’d found all but one of them, the latest addition to our little family, the female runt. I wondered why I hadn’t yet found her, was there someplace I’d overlooked? Whereabouts had I last seen the dear, mischievous pipsqueak?
My blood froze with apprehension when I finally became conscious of a previously unheeded thumping sound emanating from the dryer in the adjacent washroom. Diapers did not go “thump” in the dryer…
Later on we’d play back a recording from the baby monitor in that room during the accident’s investigation. Just audible above the rumble of the clothes dryer’s rotating drum we heard the runt’s frantic screams from within. Before the air had eventually become too stifling hot to breath that is. Each panicked, tortured cry was abruptly cut short by a dull thump. The wind must have been knocked from the screaming little creature’s lungs each time she banged into the dryer’s hard, scorching interior.
In a near panic I sifted though the hot but still damp little diapers and found the runt lying motionless with eyes closed in the pile. Her cute little pink smurf hat had been knocked off of her head. Fearing the worst I yelled for help. I was holding the baby smurf in my hand and when I’d yelled the infant stirred and a quiet whimper escaped her lips. Then with a ragged gasp she went limp. At that point I didn’t know whether the baby creature was alive or dead.
A couple nurses and my lady friend, burst into the washroom. The nurses told me to follow quickly and we all marched across the playroom past the startled baby smurfs confined to the playpen. I followed the three women into the examination room with the runt. As terribly worried as my lady friend was for the runty smurf she dutifully returned to the playroom, trying to calm the shaken Lilliputian babes with a great deal of tail kneading and petting.
Laying the motionless runt face down on a special little sanitary cushion on the exam table I caught a glimpse of its body as the nurses carefully snipped away the creature’s romper as I explained what had happened.
When they had snipped away the runt’s clothing I drew in my breath at the awful sight of its bruised and reddened skin. It looked like it had been scalded from head to toe and swatted around by a couple of ferocious alley cats. Along with most of the smurflings body it’s tender round ears, plump little bottom and even it’s sensitive tail bore painful looking contusions and redness. As the nurses slowly turned the tiny creature onto its back I saw that the runt’s bulbous nose, soft cheeks, tummy, and toes hadn’t been spared. She also had a black eye. Perhaps worst of all to see was to see the delicate skin of her underarms that we so loved to tickle had been most dreadfully singed and bruised.
I was dismissed and joined my friend in soothing our wee charges. The other smurfs, including Dewdrop, Pom-pom, Strawberry, and Blueberry were quite alarmed. Blueberry in particular seemed to sense something was very wrong and proved inconsolable. My baby smurf’s incessant whining heightened my own anxiety.
The exam room’s door opened just enough to show one of the nurse’s faces.
Her expression was inscrutable and all she said was,
“You’d better take Blueberry and go home.”
That was the longest drive home I’d ever had. Halfway through the trip the sun had set. Blueberry hunkered down, hidden in my coat pocket and whining the whole way as I tried to sooth him. I kept a hand in my pocket with him to comfort the anxious creature, gently squeezing and stroking its quivering little blue tail.
When we reached home as I picked Blueberry out of my pocket he wrapped his tiny arms around my forefinger and tightly clung to it. I tiredly eased into a rocking chair and sitting my baby smurf down on my lap I rocked the chair with the tiny blue infant still clinging to my finger. At some point in the night both of us must have fallen asleep…
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VicGeorge2010
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posted 11-20-2008 06:55 AM
Uggh, she looks like she took a bit of a bruising in that last pic.
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Vega
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posted 11-20-2008 03:14 PM
It must be very scary for a smurfling to be put in a dryer, i hope this baby smurf will be allright. Ouch man that had to hurt...very good chapter.
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posted 11-20-2008 04:52 PM
Such a moving chapter, Smurf in Hand. Oh my... How much the poor little thing must have suffered inside the dryer, after all those things she had already gone through! Good work, you too!
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posted 11-20-2008 04:53 PM
I forgot to tell that your picture is very good too... Poor her!
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posted 11-21-2008 05:47 PM
Thank you all for reading this chapter! I realize it was quite a chunk of text to go through. Hopefully my pictures broke it up a bit.
I really do appreciate your interest in my little story.
In the storytime morning my main human character will learn of the runt's condition. My next chapter will focus on the long, painful and often lonely road of the runt smurfling's recovery. The whole nursery will pull together for the tiny blue infant.
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posted 11-22-2008 08:47 PM
The suspense is killing me. I hope the little tyke pulls through.
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posted 11-26-2008 05:48 PM
Oh my, so do I!!
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