"You wanna explore the woods today?" Stinky asked Sam back.
Sam shrugged. "Sure, I don't mind. But, do you expect to find anything out there?"
Stinky shrugged herself. "Not really. But hey, might be fun anyway!"
As Sam back up, Stinky added, "Whoa-whoa, where're you going?"
Sam looked confused. "Uh, don't you wanna go into the woods?"
"Not yet!" Stinky laughed. "We just got to the Hideout! I still wanna hang out here for a bit."
Sam rolled his eyes and chuckled. "Alright, alright, my bad. Just lemme know when you're good to go - I'll probably be reading some comics in the meantime."
Stinky gave Sam a thumbs up and a wink. "You got it! As for me, I'm probably gonna lay here - just keep doing what I do best."
"You mean farting?" Sam said with a wry smile and sarcastic tone.
Stinky gave another wink and a smirk, as she let out a fart in response.
BRRRRRRRRrrrrrrrrppppptt!
Sam waved his hand in front of his face. "Alright, just try not to--"
"I know, I know, I won't try and fart too much." Stinky interrupted. "You just enjoy your comics."
Sam shrugged, and made his way towards one of the sleeping bags, and got settled in as he scooted a small pile of comic books next to himself. As Sam turned the pages of his comics, Stinky laid on her back and passed gas every so often in relaxation.
Brrrrrrppp...
Brrrrpppphhtt!
Brrrr-Brrrraaaaa...
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Time: 8:11 AM
Brrrrrpppphttt...
"Uh, Stinky?" Sam asked.
Stinky turned her head to look back at Sam, who was in the sleeping bag behind her. "Yeah?"
"Wanna go explore now? I think we've both done enough sitting on our butts."
Stinky sat up and stretched her arms out over her head. "Mmmpph, yeah, good idea. I'm heading down now."
Stinky made her way towards the stairs as Sam stumbled his way out of the sleeping bag. "H-Hey, wait for me!"
As Stinky made her way down to the base of the tree, Sam followed shortly after, and the two made their trek into the woods. Though they didn't have a set destination in mind, they agreed to just keep heading in one direction until either of them spotted something interesting.
The two made her way in silence for the first few minutes, save for Stinky's occasional gas.
Brrrr-brrrrrppphh...
Sam turned and asked, "Hey, Stinky? Is it just me, or you sort of... gassier today?"
Stinky looked back and shook her head. "No, not really. Why, it's not bothering you, is it?"
"No no, I was just wondering, is all," Sam assured. "Something about it made me think you ate a big breakfast or something."
"Nah, just sorta relaxed I guess."
"Well, that's good."
The two didn't tend to bring it up in conversation, but even since when they first met, Sam had always been rather tolerant and understanding of Stinky's flatulence. It wasn't very often at all that her farts bothered him, and if they ever did, it was never all that much to begin with. Stinky always appreciated that about Sam, even if she didn't always outright say it to him. As far as the two were concerned, there was sort of this unwritten understanding between them that they were comfortable enough around each other to just let it be.
Sam even noticed on a handful of occasions whenever Stinky's farts either sounded or smelled different than normal, which was a testament to just how often she did it around him. Though, Stinky didn't really hold back around anybody, to be entirely fair. Any other kid would probably say that Stinky was a little too comfortable about farting as casually as she did... Sam included. If Stinky didn't always heed her mother whenever she told Stinky that she was farting too much, then she would heed Sam instead. It was sort of a hidden talent of Sam's, being able to keep Stinky in-check if she ever got a little too carried away. Thankfully, it never really became much of a problem.
The two continued down their single-track walk deeper and deeper into the forest for several more minutes. Sadly, not much was in sight.
"Man, I wanna find something cool already..." Stinky moaned.
"Well, to be fair, Stinky," Sam replied, "I'm pretty sure we've explored everything the woods had to offer when we were like nine."
"I guess," Stinky shrugged, "but still. Not even a squirrel or anything. Honestly, the woods seem kinda empty in general."
"Fair point," Sam agreed. "Wanna go back?"
Stinky shook her head. "Nah, not yet. Just a little longer."
The two continued their walk into the woods for a few more minutes of silence. To pass the time, Stinky asked Sam a question.
"Hey, Sam? Have I been farting too much around you lately?"
Sam looked somewhat confused. "Huh? No, not really. I mean, not that much more than you usually do, anyway. How come?"
"Just something you said a bit ago about me having a big breakfast," She answered. "Made me think you noticed something I didn't."
Sam couldn't help but chuckle. "Stinky, come on - pretty sure if anybody in this town's knows your own gas best, it's you."
"Pfffft, I guess so, heheh!"
The back of Stinky's mind still held onto that thought. I guess I'm thinking too much about it - Sam's right, it's probably not that big a deal... but, what if it was?
She then shrugged and added, "Eh, forget it - maybe that was a dumb question."
"No, I don't think so," Sam replied. "Stinky, you don't need to be super self-conscious about it - sure, you fart a lot, but that's sort of to be expected, right? Besides, if you ever did fart too much, I'd just let you know. I've done it before, after all."
"Heheheh, yeah that's true!" Stinky laughed. "Leave it to you to make sure I don't get too carried away!"
"So then, why bring it up now?" Sam asked earnestly. "Something happen at breakfast or something?"
"Eh, not really," Stinky answered halfheartedly. "Well... OK, my mom told me about being more polite, that's all."
"Doesn't she always do that?"
"Yeah, but..." Stinky trailed off. "Guess she's just starting to wear me down."
"But, this isn't the first time you've been mindful about that sorta stuff."
Stinky looked at Sam with a raised eyebrow. "Wait, really? When else have I been like this?"
"Do you remember when I was, like, seven, and you were six?" Sam asked in response. "I think we were still becoming friends - I remember you asking me if all your farting bothered me, and I told you, 'is there any reason it should?' Then you smiled and never brought it up again after that."
"Huh..." Stinky pondered aloud. "No, I don't remember that."
"Well, I do," Sam assured. "I think because that was the moment that I knew you were gonna be a good friend. I dunno if you notice, Stinky, but you're more polite than you think."
"R-Really?" Stinky stifled a laugh. "How do ya figure that?"
"Simple," Sam replied. "Whether you realize it or not, you've always tried to make sure nobody was inconvenienced by it. In fact, I think the fact that you haven't noticed honestly says a lot about you - it comes more naturally than you think!"
Stinky couldn't help but smile.
Wow... Sam's pretty smart, she thought to herself. I never thought of it like that... Huh. Guess he's got a point!
"I was just saying what I said earlier because I noticed you farting a bit more than usual," Sam continued. "But, it makes sense that you're just doing it more because you're relaxed. I was probably the one who thought too much about it."
"Psssh, you kidding?" Stinky joked. "You noticed because my farts are always awesome. It makes sense you'd be impressed!"
"Pffhaha, yeah OK, whatever, Stinky!" Sam replied.
A couple seconds passed before Stinky said back, "Seriously, though, thanks. I needed to hear that."
"Anytime!" Sam said with a grin.
Stinky gave Sam a wink as she pushed out another fart.
BrrrrrrrRRRAAAAP!
The two turned their attention back on the path ahead of them, as well as the rest of the immediate surrounding area. Perhaps now, they would finally find something a little exciting.
Just then, the two of them took notice of--
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