It was the season of autumn. Smurfs in the Smurf Village were making preparations in the change of seasons. The forest changed the colors. The geese wer flying south for the winter. Rainy clouds were on the horizon. A group of Smurfs was raking up leaves. Grouchy was frustrated. Jokey was annoying as usual, picking up on Grouchy. The slow wind was blowing. Unlucky Clumsy got the dust blown directly in his eyes, making him dropping the tool, making step forward, tripping over the pebble into the puddle. Sloppy Smurf head off into the nearby bushes to take a snack. Soon he was feasting with his pet fly on the rotten fruit. Smurfette was raking up leaves. Baby Smurf was near her sitting watching her raking up leaves. For a moment Smurfette lifted her view up to watch the autumn sky. Baby Smurf at that moment crawled onto the pile of leaves. He started playing up with leaves, throwing them in the air and around, happily cooing "weeee". Smurfette turned her head down, seeing the blue menace. She scolded him. The brat started crying. To calm him Smurfette told him not to cry and that she loves him. She was frustrated. She thought that it would be nice that the other Smurfs watch over him sometimes. Next moment she returned frome her world of thoughts to the reality. She loooked down, but there was no one there. Just the messed up pile of leaves. No Baby Smurf. While she was contemplating with her head on the tool, the little blue moron saw the flying autumn leaf, carried by the wind. Baby Smurf crawled after the leaf. Where is Baby Smurf, Smurfette thought to herself, as she nervously turned her head left and right and then looking forward to the distance, but nothing. The other Smurfs on the other edge of the glade were raking up the leaves, talking mutually, or being busy themselves, no one knowing what was going on the other far edge of the glade. They did not hear Smurfette calling the Baby Smurf, since the wind was blowing in the opposite direction. That same wind carried the leaf towards the Smurf River. The Baby Smurf crawled further away, far enough and behind the curve, having fun with the leaf, focused solely on it, not hearing Smurfettes frantic calls. While Smurfette was checking every bush around the glade, Baby Smurf reached the Smurf River Bridge. Exactly when the wind stopped blowing. Just at the moment when the fallen leaf was above the bridge. Losing the propulsion, the mottled autumn leaf fell on the dusty bridge and stopped moving. Baby Smurf has never been closer to the leaf and became even more excited. He accelerated with the crawling towards it. But the brief windless situation was the sign of the wind change. Next moment the wind changed direction and now was not blowing in the direction of the road, but turned at right angle. First the wind blew shortly to the side of the bridge, pushing the leaf just on the bridge surface. Baby Smurf approached closer, excited with the chance of finally catching his prize, his mouth widely opened and saying "waaaa". The wind blew again, this time somewhat faster, lifting the leaf up and off the bridge over the fence. Baby Smurf lifted his one arm and stretched it towards the leaf, crawling at the same time after it, passing under the fence. The wind lifted the leaf more upwards, but Baby Smurf could not follow him. Smurflingly focused on the leaf, he did not saw that there was no ground under him. Almost running while crawling on three legs, he got the inertion that carried him more, giving him no chance. Losing the ground, he fell off the bridge. Smurfette was on the footpath three pumpkins away, franticly running towards the bridge, when she saw the scene. No hope for her. Second before she saw him falling, she was running in the curve of the footpath. As she exited the curve, Baby Smurf was still on the bridge, crawling on three legs, watching up, with his arm stretched out upwards to catch the leaf being blown by the wind. She hoped that she would catch him...
But the wind change offered her the horror scene. The leaf shifted to the right, with Baby Smurf following it. She saw Baby Smurf turning sideways and making capriole. Into the void. Baby Smurf at first got excited facial expression shouting "weee", as he was in the air, next moment the face expression became confused, astonished, wondering saying "wou?", while he was still looking up. As he was falling, his body changed position, slowly rotating, from head being bent upwards, head up, and legs down, to a leveled position, watching downwards. His face turned frightened, mouth widely opened, first moment not able to say, anything, then next loudly letting the high-pitch scream "eeeee", as his body now was bent downwards, head down and legs up. Next moment face expression was panicked. Smurfette saw the whole scene. She crossed that distance quickly, reaching the bridge, outstretching her arm to catch the falling Baby Smurf, with her other hand she clenched the bridge fence, so she could hold onto something. But to no avail. It was too late. The little blue waif fell with his head first on the rock that stood above the surface. The pillars that were holding the bridge were beside that rock. The little blue waif fell faceside on the solid rock. There was a demonic "thud", sharp "crack" and abrupt end of scream. The rock breached the face, cheek and front, ripping the facial skin. Baby Smurf was down there, two pumpkins down. Smurfette was helplessly watching downwards, hugging the vertical fence bar tightly. Because of shock and adrenaline rush, her vocal strings knotted and dried, she lost her voice and she could not scream not to let any sound. Her face was in tears, while thinking "I lost him. I lost him. The Unknown Distributor will find us Smurfs as negligant, careless, lasy, unworthy. We will never have any baby Smurf ever again. I will forever live with that shame and guilt for losing our most precious Smurf." Rivers of tears were running down her face as she watched the lifeless corpse of a petit light blue smurf on a rock, as the puddle of blue smurf blood was forming around him, getting bigger and bigger, with the indigo smurf brain splattered out of the cranium.