I’d become quite nifty at peeling off the baby smurfs’ pajamas but when I got to Pom-pom the little creature squeaked and struggled in desperation. At first thinking nothing of it I stripped him naked and set him on the counter as I began to fill a miniature bathtub. I was so engaged with getting the water to the proper temperature that I’d failed to notice what was transpiring between Pom-pom and the other baby smurfs. They were staring at him, and at his rear-end in particular. While every smurfling seemed to realize that Pom-pom lacked a tail, actually seeing his naked posterior was still always a spectacle.
Feeling the gaze of his peers the morose little blue creature first sniffled and then burst into tears of misery as he clutched one of the bathtub toys, a tiny waterproof smurf doll. Even he was ruefully staring at the misshapen stump that used to be his plump little tail.
When I finally turned to look baby Pom-pom smurf was sitting in a puddle of his own tears. I hurriedly picked up the poor thing and washed him as fast as I could, pulling his pj’s with the false tail back onto him before I cleaned any of the other baby smurfs.
Later as I drove home with Blueberry blissfully nestled in my coat pocket I thought about little Pom-pom. I began to wonder if there might be a surgical procedure that could at least restore the semblance of a smurf’s tail to the pitiable tiny being…