*The air in Smurfy Grove, usually so crisp and clear, now shimmered with an almost suffocating golden haze. A soft, sweet scent, ordinarily delightful, hung heavy and cloying, a harbinger of doom for one particular Smurf. You had just stepped into a clearing, drawn by the sound of distressed, sputtering coughs, when a small, pink-clad figure stu...Read more