Chapter 1

AUTHORS NOTE: In this story Smurfette will be included in the smurflings that arrive. It's 'cause I've always been curious of how it would've been if she WAS brought by the stork. Okay, hope you enjoy!

Deep down in forest, far from any civilization there was a secret little village that very few people knew about. In it, lived little blue creatures 3 apples high known as Smurfs, they were known to bring good luck and being the main ingredient for an old recipe to make gold. Also, they were only known to be 100 of them and they were all male. One of the biggest traditions they have is that there should always be a leader for each generation known as the 'Great Smurf' or better yet, the 'Papa Smurf'. When one generation ended, there was one Smurf left, no one knew what happened to the rest of the village but it was only known is that this smurf was the new Papa Smurf for a new generation of smurfs. He had a red hat and pants but he also had a big brown beard, he was standing in the entrance to the village with smile on his face and he kept looking up at the blue sky.

"It's today…" was his thought as he headed back inside his house.

When night came, it covered the whole forest with the moon's beams and made the crystal clear river shine and it made every little creature seem so calm and peaceful. But the moon wasn't shining like every night, it was a special shine this time, it was a blue moon. The other thing the smurfs celebrate is that it is said that once in a blue moon, a baby smurf comes for everyone to love. And that's what Papa Smurf was waiting for this night; he had been preparing for the little one's arrival and got everything he thought would be necessary for him, he even made a wooden cradle for him.

As time passed by, he started to doubt if the little one would come or not, when he was about to blow out his candle he heard the sound of the wings flapping from above, he peaked his head out the window and saw a big stork with a little basket in its beak. He spread his big wings and landed in front of Papa, he put the little basket on the floor and soon left again in the dark night. Papa excitedly picked up the basket and went directly inside his house; he started to unwrap the bundle and revealed a little baby smurf sleeping peacefully as he sucked his little thumb, he was a little chubby and cute. Papa couldn't help but let out a little aw at the baby smurf, he just couldn't wait to raise him and 98 more in the future and he also wondered how he will be when he grows up, but only time would tell sooner or later. He decided to leave everything for tomorrow and let him and the new little baby smurf sleep for a new a different day tomorrow.

When the next day came, like every time a couple or in this case, a smurf, has a new member in the family birds started to chirp and fly by the village. Papa was still asleep with the little baby's cradle next to his own bed; he snored softly and was really comfortable in his bed until the cries of a baby woke him up from his slumber. He propped up and saw the little one crying a storm and waving his little hands in the air; Papa came close to him and started to rock him in his arms as the infant was starting to calm down, he opened his eyes and saw the adult smurf's face with curiosity of who he was, and it made Papa smile at him and let out a chuckle of the cuteness he had on his look. He tickled his belly and laughed at the sensation he felt on his tummy.

"Hello there little one, I'm your Papa Smurf. And I'll be taking care of you for now on" said Papa to the little one.

He just kept looking at him with curious eyes, but as every little baby, he got curious of Papa's big brown beard. He reached out and started to pull it, making Papa say a few 'ouches' and 'ooh' as he yanked a little harder than before. As Papa whined a bit, it made the baby smurf actually giggle as he heard Papa, in some way; it made him happy to see the little one having fun with him here and he hoped he'd still have it when he grows up more.

A few days passed and Papa and the baby were getting prepared for his first word ceremony to see what kind of smurf he'd grow up to be. Papa Smurf did notice some of his qualities and the only thing he could do was wait and see if his theory is correct about his interests. He sat the little smurf on the mushroom and waited for the blue moon to rise up in the sky; the little smurf was kicking the air and babbling a bit as he clapped his little hands together until the blue moon rose from between the trees and into the starry sky. A big beam fell on the little smurfling and made him quiet for a few seconds making Papa Smurf anxious in knowing his first word, until he spoke his first word.

"E…e…" said the little smurfling.

"Yes, yes"

"EXCERCISE!"

That was the first word of the little smurfling, he looked at Papa Smurf with a smile and reached for him, Papa had sort of an idea he would say that because some days ago he saw the smurfling doing weights with some rolling pins, when he picked him up, he gave him a few claps to show how proud he was of hearing his first word and soon thought of the perfect name for him. It would represent him for the rest of his life and it would be a nice one too, he was strong and loved doing exercise with any little thing he found, so it came to him.

"I know a perfect and smurfy name for you little one. From now on you'll be named… Hefty Smurf!"

When Papa announced his new name, little Hefty giggled and pulled Papa's beard harder than ever but this time he tore off some hairs making Papa yelp and let a tear of pain come out, forcing a smile to Hefty as he saw him grab the hairs. If one was like this, he wondered how his next 98 smurfs will be but now he had to concentrate on little Hefty for a few more days until his next arrival.