Prologue: You Are A Smurfette
Sugar & spice with no things nice,
A dram of crocodile tears.
The brain of a songbird
(The brain of a sparrow)
And add in half a pack of lies.
A sprig of flirtation, also,
A dash of sensitivity
(But only put a dash of it.)
Add a viper's tongue and a stroke of pride.
Add some foolishness and cunning,
both in equal measure.
(Stir over low fire.)
Add the chatter of a magpie,
And a candle burned at both ends.
A heart of hardest stone,
(that would be a diamond),
to bring your creation alive.
She was alive. Thrusting her head out of the water, she gasped for air, for her first breaths. She clutched onto the rim of the pot she stood in and looked around the room. Where was she? What's more, who was she?
"Hello, my Smurfette."
"Eek!" Smurfette jumped in surprise, causing the water to splash up around her. She looked up to see a strange creature. A human, her mind immediately supplied. She shrieked again when his hand closed around her waist, picking her up into the air. "Let me go!" She yelled, kicking her legs back and forth in an attempt to get free.
"Calm down, calm down," the human said. "I am your creator, Gargamel."
He set her down on a table, and she stared up at him. Her creator... she nodded.
"What am I?" she asked.
"You are a Smurfette," he told her. "And I have an important task for you."