The Feral Smurf
In a quiet glade some distance from the Smurf village, each and every one of the Smurfs had gathered. For on this night of the blue moon, the youngest of them would receive her name.
The small Smurfette was tightly bundled against the night air's chill. Even if it had been midsummer, Papa Smurf would have still kept the babe wrapped up. For this young Smurfette was far different than any of her vast family. In all the books pertaining to Smurfs, there was nothing telling of a Smurf like this. Indeed, Papa Smurf had scanned every book he could get his hands on for such a thing as this. The nearest he could find was of some sort of mutation which caused longer tails and larger ears among Smurfs. Even that was nothing like this.
Placing the innocent babe on the mushroom, he stepped back to await the crucial moment to occur. Every Smurf held their breath in anticipation. In reality, all except Papa Smurf were still considered Smurflings. This meant that they had yet to reach adulthood. Even so, they were still quite a bit older than their female counterpart on the mushroom. The babe upon the mushroom squirmed about for a moment before sitting up. The blanket was so tightly wrapped about her that it clung to her body even as she did so. The babe looked about, clearly puzzled as to why all the others were looking at her so expectantly.
Moments later, a pool of the blue moon's light fell upon the young Smurfling. She looked upward, and was momentarily blinded by the moon's gleam. As if on some silent cue, she began to move her lips. She looked out at her gathered family, mouth working to form a word. She flapped her arms, and wiggled her nose, all the while trying to spout that special first word. The babe halted all motions, apparently feeling the moon's effect in full. She bit her lip and scowled, but otherwise remained entirely still.
"G…Guh…"
The group of onlookers leaned forward in anticipation.
"GRRRR!" The babe suddenly squalled, nearly toppled off the mushroom from the sound's magnitude.
Righting herself, the babe looked expectantly at her audience. Her audience gave no response to her outburst as they mulled over the puzzling 'word'.
"Grrr?" She inquired, tilted her head. She was clearly as puzzled as her family, yet it was for a far different reason.
"Grrr!" She cried. Perhaps they hadn't heard?
The surrounding Smurflings all turned to stare at their leader and fatherly figure, Papa Smurf. He appeared a bit dumbstruck. What on earth could he name this babe? Despite his attempts, nothing was coming to mind. He did his best to recall any trait's the babe had exhibited from the time it arrived up to now.
"I, uh…." Papa Smurf approached the babe, who giggled and said 'Grr!' as he did so. Lifting her from her pedestal, he studied her. He turned to face the onlookers. "My little Smurflings, there is something about this little one you should know." Saying this, he began to unwind the babe's wrapping. Of course, she was wearing a diaper and little dress underneath it. The entire cluster of Smurflings gasped in unison as she was fully revealed. She looked like every other Smurf babe, except for one huge difference. This innocent babe had a bushy fox tail and large ears. She flicked said tail, squealing in delight.
"Now, now, my little Smurflings, even though she's different, I would like you to treat her kindly. She doesn't know she's different, and it isn't her fault that she is. It's a type of genetic mutation that has made her this way."
"I hate genetic mutations," Grouchy Smurfling grumbled with his ever present scowl and pout.
"Golly, Papa. Can't you do anything for her?" Handy Smurfling asked, eyes still wide with surprise.
"I'm afraid I can't, Handy. Without her… additions she may be unable to survive. If it were possible to change her, I would, but it just isn't safe for her," Papa Smurf replied. He forced a short chuckle, "And, who knows? She might like being the way she is!"
"But, Papa, what're we gonna call 'er?" Farmer Smurfling asked in his Southern accent.
Turning her to face him, Papa Smurf regarded the babe for a few moments. The little thing had begun to shiver. Even so, a bright smile was stretched across her slightly pudgy face. It was at this point Papa Smurf noticed something that had previously escaped his attention. In flowing letters along her left arm, a single word was present. It read 'Feral'. It seemed whoever had sent this precious bundle had known the trouble the Smurfs, Papa in particular, would have naming her. Upon seeing this, Papa Smurf found the name he had been searching for.
"From now on, she will be known as Feral Smurfling!" He announced, a smile playing across his features.
The nearly named Feral Smurfling (later 'Feral Smurf') squealed with delight, tail wagging. Her dark blue eyes caught the light, and reflected it, making them sparkle like twin sapphires. At last, the young Smurfling had her name.