“My Favorite Smurf”.

hye u olls...lets read mine :)

~The smurf are tiny, blue creatures who lives in mushroom houses in a village hidden in the forest.Smurf are blue, three apples talls and speak a dialect which makes heavy use of the word smurf ~

papa smurf.hey!

lazy smurf.omg!

~Lots of folks say they hate the Smurfs. (Even me.) But, really, who can feel antipathy for long toward a small blue race that's so nice and friendly and accepting? They all appreciate one another's skills and personality traits (though Smurfette does admit that Passive-Aggressive Smurf got on her nerves a bit). They really do form a pretty nice community, where similarities and differences are both appreciated and celebrated. If our churches and workplaces and communities were a little more, um, Smurfy, many of them might work a little better, don't you think?

'Course, Clumsy isn't feeling the love quite as much. Oh, he's loved as much as anyone and tolerated more than most. But when push comes to shove, Clumsy tends to quite literally push and shove folks into the injury ward. So once a handful of Smurfs (including Clumsy) land in NYC, Papa suggests that he stay behind while they go exploring, you know, to keep out of trouble.

But in the end, Clumsy winds up being the hero—proving that just because you're given a horribly embarrassing nickname doesn't mean you have to live up to it.~

The end..enjoy :)