In a Blink 4

                                       *Heee - -Heee*

    – *Huh*, there's that weird noise again, it sounds like a laugh, I have been hearing a lot of them lately, better smurf what it is it could be a smurf of the hovel and that would be a trouble. –

The author of unlucky books disposes to make a search of possibles causes for the strange noise but before he could think of where to start he finds himself interrupted.

    – Good afternoon Brainy. –
    – Speaking of troubles. –

It has passes mere weeks since that horrid encounter with his former companions but Papa Smurf continues visiting, still without avail in convince the exasperating smurf who whit each visit gets more ruthless and discourteous.
– Why we all have to get along?! Nature doesn't work that way! –
   – I know that very well Brainy but is important that we do, is how it always has been. –
   – So what difference does it make if just ONE Smurf doesn't?! –
   – Brainy, I educated you all so that despite whatever problem could exist between you, you will always stay together as a family. –
   – I hardly would call those family. –
    – You can not possible smurf that. –
   – I do, they have showed nothing but disrespect and degradation for me. I should have left sooner. –
   – I can not imagine what in the smurf could had posses you to think like that but this insolence of yours ends this very instance! –
   – Insolence?! This is not a tantrum, I just had it with never been taken serious! Disregarding my advices; making fun of me right in my smurf; always looked down, always perceived as unworthy. They can smurf it for all I care! –
   – That's enough Brainy. I won't allow you to smurf of them in such form. –
   – Like  I needed your consent! And you have not been much of a help either. –
   – That's absurd. I have done nothing but be supportive of you. –
   – *Hmm*, some support. You always were too soft on them Papa Smurf, if it would had been up to me I... –
    – WOULD HAVE CAUSED MORE TROUBLE THAT THERE WAS! –
That unusual outburst from the indigo alchemist frightens parent and son, casting an apprehensive quietness over both that lingers heavily.
   – Is enough, I can not deal with this anymore. –
   – Finally! –
   – *SIGHT* Do as you please Brainy but keep in mind that you will always have a place with us. –
   – Oh. How smurfy, an invitation to return to the place from where I escaped. IN THE FIRST  PLACE. –
   – Good by Brainy. –

The aged wizard restrains his composure while abandoning the household of the now hermitic smurf; once on the outsides a train of memories rush though his mind about a little smurf following him around, desirous to learn from him, to be of any help for him, to be like him: the over confident smurfling strolled around the village wanting to aid his comrades,  usually rejected roughly, prompting  the disappointed  bespectacled run to him for advise and return to his “job”.


That little smurf that he tenderly raised no longer lives, the smurf who he talked in there is a uncaring individualistic that can not see beyond his world and isolates from the his  fellows.

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    – Glad this is over. Imagine that, after all the lack of respect they showed to me, I have to get back! –
*Heeeh - Heeeh - Ahahaha*
   – There's that noise again, I swear that it sounds like a laugh. –
Completely oblivious to the failed writer, an apparition makes act of presence.  
   – Well, what do we have here, but is one of those little blue bonbons. –
The eerie voice scares the stubborn smurf, he slowly turns around to face the spectrum and when he sees him, a shriek  bursts out of him.
   –  Ga - - Ga- GARGAMEL! –

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His steps leaved behind the bittering memories that floated away on the long walk into the deepness of the forest, that is why when getting near home, the elderly patriarch regained his senses. As he enters the hidden mushroom patch, his children salute him but none inquires about his visit and the issue doesn't make an ache in him, that is until he is approached by an over cheerful child, accompanied by a curious one.
   – Papa Smurf! Did you convince him huh? Huh? When is Brainy going to come back? –
   – Well Clumsy I... –
The brightness of the secure hope put the smurfy leader at unease, those lighted eyes squeeze tight his tiny heart, he doesn't want to answer but Papa Smurf knows that he owns to his son and himself the truthful answer; his words are carried out by sadness from the deception.
   – No Clumsy, I don't think that he is ever going to come back. –