Laughter was not an uncommon thing to hear in Papa Smurf's world. But this laughter was different. He could tell by just hearing it that the laugh did not belong to a Smurf he knew, or a child in nearby (by still very far) village. Papa was an old and wise enough Smurf to know that the laughter didn't come from a child in their world, oh no, it was the laughter of a child from Earth.
And that made the laughter far more precious.
Giving into instinct, Papa Smurf hunted for the source of the laughter. When he had found it, he could not help but smile at the scene he saw. The head Smurf had found a little girl, dressed in a pleasant yellow gingham sundress, as she walked around the forest. She didn't seem to be in harm or distress as she sang to herself as she took large steps over some roots that had grown above ground. It was almost as if she had been here before, and had recognized every nook and cranny that she navigated through. But Papa knew she hadn't been here before, and that's what made him more interested in following her.
The girl happily wandered through the woods until she came to a clearing that bore only one rather large oak tree. Papa Smurf took a step back when he saw the large oak tree. The old and wise Smurf could feel a powerful magic coming from the tree. The girl could feel it too, but she felt more empowered by it.
Cautiously, the girl walked to a small knothole in the oak tree that was about her height. Papa Smurf watched as the girl looked at the knothole closely, then used her fingertips to trace it. Slowly, the girl then dug her fingers into the knothole as if she was getting something out. Papa Smurf watched closely as the girl did pull something out, and it was as blue as the Smurfs themselves.
The little girl looked at it in awe for awhile, completely entranced by its beauty. Papa Smurf had never seen anything that looked like it before, but the magic it held was far greater than he could tolerate being around. The girl did not seem to not share the same toleration Papa was feeling at the time, instead she put the stone into her pocket.
Although the power of the blue stone was more magic than Papa Smurf could tolerate, he knew it was in the right hands of the girl. If a magic was that strong, it had to be taken out of their land before someone with the wrong intentions got a hold of it.
With the stone now in her pocket, the girl began to explore again. Papa Smurf took this as his cue to leave. The magic was in safe hands and once it brought her back home safe and sound, it wasn't going to be used for the wrong reasons. Papa Smurf counted on it.
