A Vision Of The Blue Moon/Part 1

One day in the Smurf Village, Tapper the village bartender was watching over Baby Smurf in his tavern while he was doing some cleanup work because he had nobody else to help him that day. Baby Smurf was sitting at the counter having fun changing the color of the water in a glass with his magical powers, turning it from one color after another. He was soon visited by Polaris Psyche, who was busy doing his security rounds.

"Smurf o' the morning to you, my fellow Polaris," Tapper greeted. "How's your busy day been so far?"

"At present there is little disruptive activity within and around the vicinity of the Smurf Village for this one to report right now, fellow Tapper," Polaris said. "This one sees that you are looking after Baby Smurf today."

"Yes, well, it's been a while since I had the chance of smurfing after the little darling, and I must say that he doesn't cause me much problems," Tapper said. "Right now he's smurfing fascination in what he can do with these powers of his, which seems to be his current plaything."

"This one is pretty much aware of Baby Smurf's innate magical abilities, even if most of the village isn't fully aware of them," Polaris said. "This, of course, makes this one curious as to how Baby Smurf has obtained these abilities in the first place."

"That part I don't fully know, Polaris, except that he has been smurfed from a place called Smurfling Island, which is where the Smurflings also come from," Tapper said. "It is likely that he was the first child that was smurfed on that island ever since the Smurfs settled on it, so it must be something on that island that made the child what he is today."

"This one is aware of the legend of Smurfling Island, the place where all Smurfs remain the same age over the course of years, never growing old," Polaris said. "But what this one does not know is how Baby Smurf would become a member of the Smurf Village since he arrived a few years before Empath returned here for good."

"Let me ask you this question, Polaris...have you heard of the Blue Moon Festival?" Tapper asked.

"From what this one has studied from the history books of the Smurfs, Tapper, this one understands that it is a festival that takes place during the rare astronomical occurrence of the moon turning blue," Polaris answered.

"That's exactly what it is, Polaris, and the way that we can tell when the event is going to smurf place is when the smurfberries suddenly smurf blue for an entire day," Tapper said.

"Smurfberries turning blue? How is that even possible, Tapper?" Polaris asked.

"Let me smurf back to a day that few years before Empath smurfed home for good and you shall know the whole story of how Baby Smurf became a member of this village," Tapper said. "Some parts of this story were contributed by my fellow Smurfs, including Narrator, so you won't miss knowing a single thing about it." - As Tapper's story began, Polaris saw in his fellow Smurf's recollections the Smurfs getting ready for a brand new day when Papa Smurf was being approached by Tracker, excited with some news to tell. "Papa Smurf! Papa Smurf!" he called out.

"Tracker, what is it?" Papa Smurf asked.

"I just noticed that the smurfberries this morning out in the forest...they have suddenly turned blue," Tracker said, showing one of the berries he has in his hand.

Papa Smurf took the berry and looked at it very closely to verify Tracker's claim. "Great Smurfness! This means that there's going to be a blue moon tonight! Tracker, get Harmony to summon every Smurf together...this is very important news that we need to smurf," he said.

"Yes, sir, right away, Papa Smurf," Tracker said.

And soon with Harmony signaling every Smurf together around the speaking mushroom, Papa Smurf made the announcement. "My little Smurfs, Tracker has smurfed to my attention that today the smurfberries have just turned blue. This means that tonight is going to be the night of a blue moon."

"A blue moon?" all the Smurfs said together.

"Papa Smurf, what's the importance of the blue moon?" Smurfette asked.

"A blue moon is a very rare occurrence, Smurfette, where the moon turns blue and we get to smurf a vision of what's to come for us as Smurfs," Papa Smurf said. "Because of this event, I am now smurfing that we should smurf ourselves ready with a Blue Moon Festival that we shall smurf tonight when the blue moon smurfs in the sky."

"I hate a blue moon smurfing in the sky," Grouchy said.

"You want us to go gather as many blue smurfberries as we can before the event smurfs place, Papa Smurf?" Greedy asked.

"This may be the only chance in a while that we'll get to enjoy smurfberries when they are blue, Greedy," Papa Smurf said. "I want you all to smurf together to make this festival a smurfy occasion for all of us to enjoy."

"HURRAY!" all the Smurfs shouted together.

"Oh, what wonderful news about smurfberries turning blue today," Vanity said while looking at himself in the mirror. "I wonder just how well they will smurf as part of my beauty treatments today."

"I hate beauty treatments," Grouchy said, overhearing Vanity.

"Gosh, Smurfette, I have never seen a blue smurfberry before, let alone even tasted one," Clumsy said. "Isn't this so exciting?"

"Oh, Clumsy, just because a smurfberry turns blue doesn't mean that everything about the smurfberry itself has changed," Brainy said. "All it really is is just something in the physical makeup of the smurfberry plant that reacts to the atmosmurfic conditions that cause the moon to turn blue that alters the pigmentation of the smurfberries...at least, that is what I can analyze."

"Really, Brainy, you honestly don't think that smurfberries might taste better or even different when they're blue?" Smurfette asked.

"To be smurfectly honest with you, Smurfette, I have never even tried a blue smurfberry before, but I wouldn't be surprised if some Smurf were to say that they taste no different from the normal ones that we smurf in the forest," Brainy said.

"Well, you can argue about this all you want, Brainy...I'm going out into the forest to pick some for tonight's festival," Greedy said. "Of course, I'm going to be taste-testing them first to see if they're fresh."

"Sure, and I bet you'll be eating most of the ones that you'll be 'taste-testing', Greedy Smurf," Brainy said.

"I bet these will be great for my smurfberry jam surprises," Jokey said with a laugh.

"And they will certainly be great for a batch of smurfberry juice as well as cases of rare blue smurfberry wine," Vino said.

"Sacre bleu, I must get myself started on smurfing my latest masteurpiesa with the blue smurfberries before they disappear," Painter said, heading to his studio to get his easel, canvas, and paints.

"And this should inspire me to write my latest epic poem, An Ode To Smurfberries In Blue," Poet said.

"In any case, my dear Smurfette, whether we will have blue smurfberries or not, I would be eager to see what kind of vision the blue moon has in smurf for us to see in the night sky," Tapper said as he joined Smurfette in getting a basket for collecting blue smurfberries. "Wouldn't you?"

"Oh, I would love to see if there's a vision of which Smurf I will marry someday, Tapper," Smurfette said, sounding eagerly curious. "Do you think that's possible?"

"We have no idea what we may smurf in the face of the moon tonight, but I would say that anything is possible," Tapper said.

To be expanded on.