In a inaccessible part of a forest that has been under the guard of the monarchy since the regiment of the child King Gerald, lives a society of blue skinned beings in a colony of buildings imitating a mushroom patch. With a physic similar to humans and around 7 inches, they are denominated smurfs.

It is unknown why they consist purely of males, why the only existing females were born through magic of even if there is more specimens of this race in the world. The three women, refereed as smurfettes, were created centuries after the establishment of this civilation and seem to be the only ones that had ever existed, leaving the interrogative of how this beings appeared in nature.

It was registered in their books that during a period of five years a stork carries 100 newborn smurfs to the village to be raised by an already existing smurf that was appointed as the leader. This peculiar creatures are born in groups of seven to ten babies and send one by one during a month to their awaiting father with a lapse of two month between each group so the Papa Smurf can adjusted to handling a legion of little blue troublemakers. After reaching the age that equals to 6 years in human time, the smurflings, as their children are called, are to reside in their own mushroom shaped home due being considered independent enough to do so.

The smurfy infants are designated to a section of the town depending on the order of their arrival at birth, if divided like an archery target, working from inside to outside, the younger ones inhabit the center; the generation before them is settled in the following ring; those previous to this ones in the next ring and so on, this is because of a tradition that even the prior leader does not know its reason. But this layout for the households is not totally strict, certain smurfs of elder groups live in the central portion with the purpose that their services can be accessible for all the citizens.

Farmer stood at the path that connects his home to the rest of the town, taking in the view of the landscape where he and others lives at the skirts of the village before heading to work; he, Blacksmith, Lumberjack and few other were the first ones to be dropped by the stork since their jobs are the base for the building of the community, while others like Vanity, Jokey and Slouchy reside at downtown since they were with the last group.

Then sun has been beaming strongly since early on and the crops had not been going well this week no matter all the efforts he put on working the soil, it all pointed out that they were in vain; he feels frustrated and angered for the fruits are going to to be a lost, angered for that there is not going to be food, angered for not being capable of elaborate a thing to save the harvest, and that is what bothers him the most, that he has failed.

– Hello Farmer. WOW! The plants are not looking good, you need my book, Brainy's Guide To A Successful Harvest. ... Thought I don't think it can help in a case like this. –

And that was the droop that spilled the glass, that somebody would come and proclaim to be better than him at his job.

– What could you possible know about farming! I'M the expert around here so I don't need YOUR ADVICE! –

– Clearly, failing at your job has affect you intensely so I'm going to leave you alone. – The insulted lecturer walks away mumbling in a not so low tone. – He should be thankful that a bright smurf such as myself offered him help. –

– STOP SMURFING like you're a superior to all of us 'cause you don't know a damn thing!. –

– I AM! That is why Papa Smurf assigned me as his replacement when he's gone. –

– HA! Let Jokey do the jokes, Papa Smurf only let you help him 'cause he pitied you. –

– That is not true! From the beginning I showed great potential that couldn't be waste and therefore Papa Smurf made me his apprentice. –

– You are so full of yourself that you actually believe that?! You were as much of a big pain in the smurf back then as you are now, we couldn't stand you so we told you that you would be best helping Papa; he only allowed you to move downtown after seeing that we didn't want you to live with us!. –

– Now who's the bad joker? You just don't want to admit that you're loosing your touch and got angry because someone more capable has showed up. –

– CAPABLE?! You're nothing more than a pompous, rotten, selfish ignorant that wants to take control at any cost and only serve to annoy everyone around! –

– YOU better take that back Farmer or. –

– OR WHAT?Tattle me with Papa Smurf? I'm getting pretty sick of you, we all are! I can bet my smurf that if you were to disappear nobody will care! –

– And I bet that every one will be miserable without me, INCLUDING YOU! –

Having that sentence thought as the final word, the despot scolder leaves the devastated garden.

– Then leave! Abandon the village! – The crops keeper threatens in return. –

– MAYBE I WILL, AND EVERYONE WILL BEG ME TO RETURN. –

Neither of them considered to apologize, they were too absorbed in their minds to care about it.