In the meantime in the Smurf Village the crane Feathers suddenly lifted head up, making strange sounds of clapping the beaks together. The animal felt something, the instincts told her that, but the crane was not able to comprehend it, nor to express it. "Something's wrong", said Papa Smurf. He mounted on the crane and she quickly flew towards the glade where his fellow Smurfs were in the works. Papa Smurf dismounted and Feathers flew away. Papa Smurf saw the other Smurfs doing their job. Nothing particular. Everything was OK. Everysmurf on the task on the glade was there except Smurfette and Baby Smurf. He followed the footpath that leads to the Smurf River Bridge, slowly walking, looking on all sides, looking for the missing pair. He left the forest glade, passed through the small bush and arrived at the small clearing in front of the bridge. He saw the Smurfette holding on the outer side of bridge fence, five apples from the bank on the bridge, looking downwards, in tears. Smurfs are never depressive at all, so something else was on. Papa Smurf thought to himself, "probably she lost her necklace, bracelet or a hair-pin. She is so sentimental. She cries over such trivial stuff." and smiled. Smurfette noticed Papa Smurf appearing from her side. "Did You finish raking the leaves on the bridge path?" Smurfette was not able to say anything. She looked at the Papa Smurf, then downwards. Down there was no one. The Smurf River level in the meantime rose up from the rains in the mountains that surrounded the Great Smurf Valley. The Baby Smurf's limp corpse slid slowly off the rock and the Smurf River washed it off from the rock and took it downstream. On the rock only a puddle of Smurf blood. And unmistakable brain remains, an indigo pulp. Papa Smurf knew that he had to do something very quickly. He always has a sleeping powder with him, as a first aid. He took the trembling from the fear and shock Smurfette and sat her on the rock. He applied some powder on her and ran towards the glade, applying that powder on the other Smurfs. Fortunately, this part of the Smurf Forest is its deepest part. No human ever appeared here, so the bridge is in one piece. Although more safe from humans, bad weather and unpredictable river made it a bad choice for inhabiting. The predator animals are rare in this time of year at this time of day in this part of the forest, but the sleeping Smurfs still needed a safe place for hiding. Papa Smurf was alone in this task so he quickly hid this group of Smurfs in the small mouse lodge. He had to tow heavy limp sleeping bodies all by himself. He covered them with the leaves, branches and earth. When he finished, he blew a loud whistle, calling Feathers. He anxiously waited. Ten minutes were like an eternity. When the crane arrived, he quickly jumped on her and ordered her "Quickly, to the village, as fast as You can!" They arrived at the Smurf Village fifteen minutes later. Feathers landed on a central square in the Smurf Village. "Stay here", told Papa Smurf to Feathers and ran towards his mushroom house. "Papa Smurf, You always said that..." said Brainy as he approached him, but Papa Smurf turned him away. "Not now, Brainy" and threw sleeping powder at Brainy. Brainy fell asleep instantly. Papa Smurf ran into his house, took the jug with the sleeping powder and a small bottle from the desk next to it. It was the antidote, that prevented the effect of the sleeping powder. He ran back to the square, mounted on Feathers, moved the cover from the jug and said, "Fly, Feathers!". As they were circling above the Smurf Village, Papa Smurf took the jug, and lean it. "Finally some luck, no wind here." The content of the jug dispersed over the village and soon every Smurf was sleeping. "This will give me some time", said Papa Smurf to Feathers.
Papa Smurf continued: "The Smurfs must not find out what happened. They must not know about the accidental death of the Baby Smurf. It is very difficult to undo the effects of the things that Smurfs saw. The less memory to erase, the better. With the magic potion and magic words I will remove the memory of Baby Smurf from their minds, but nothing else will be lost. When they try to comprehend what happened in things where Baby Smurf was involved, they will not be able to understand nor to remember at all. They will have a void spot in the memory and they will not feel upset because of that. But if the information about the tragical death enters their memory, it will be a big problem when eliminating that problem. Then a memory deleting potion will delete every memory from the moment they became aware that a Baby Smurf is present in our village. With the Smurfette that problem does not exist, because she is not ordinary, normal Smurf, but an artificially made Smurf, made of blue clay and magic. I must be quick with the potion, since the covering of sleeping Smurfs from the glade was a simple quick measure for the issue, but not a solution. That poses no problems for weasels, owls, hawks, foxes and other predatory animals. Somebody else had to watch over Baby Smurf. We should never let everything to fall on Smurfette's shoulders regarding Baby Smurf. The others had to offer themselves to watch over Baby Smurf so she could take some time off from her babysitting duties, and do the other jobs. She did more than her fair share. Because of our laziness, this happened."