Howlin’ Smurf

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Howlin’ Smurf did actual time.

Howlin’ Smurf knows what it’s like to count the days until you get out.

The other Smurfs didn’t understand Howlin’ Smurf’s pain. Right when he got out and came home, it was the worst. It hurt at first, how the other Smurfs were overly polite and seemed relieved when their forced small talk was over and they made up an excuse to go away. But truth be told, he was relieved, too, because he could go back to his solitary howling. When he howled it hurt less. So howl he did. The older he got, the more he had to howl.

He was only three apples high, and each of those apples was rotten.