Papa Smurf noticed that Hefty, normally the strongest among his fellow Smurfs, was crying. "My papa said I shouldn't be crying for him, Papa Smurf...but I just can't help feeling that now he's gone, and our whole world's going to be different because we only have you now," Hefty said.
"We will all miss him as well the others who have smurfed your fellow Smurfs into the world, Hefty," Papa Smurf said as he rested a hand on Hefty's shoulders. "And yes, the world will be different now, but as long as you're willing to work to make the village smurf together as one, then his spirit will still smurf on inside of you."
"Papa never told us which one of us he liked better, Hefty," Handy said.
"I can still see that he liked me the best of all, Handy," Hefty said.
"Oh, great...after he passes away, that's all you can ever think about, that his love is all about you," Handy said.
"You're still the second-born, Handy," Hefty said. "Nothing in the world is going to change that."
"In case you haven't figured it out, Hefty, we're still twins, and being the second-born as a twin doesn't mean second-best," Handy said.
"Your Papa Smurf loved you both equally for your special talents and abilities, Hefty and Handy," Papa Smurf said to them both. "Arguing about which of you he loved the most isn't going to solve anything."
"Well, which of us will you love the most, Papa Smurf?" Hefty asked.
"This isn't a contest of which Smurf among your generation I will have as my favorite, Hefty," Papa Smurf said. "All of you are very special to me in your own unique way, and I believe all of you will someday contribute something special to the growth of our community."
"That's going to be a tall order with about 95 other Smurfs you're going to have to smurf for, Papa Smurf," Handy said.
"This is why we are a family, Handy, and why I consider you all my little Smurfs," Papa Smurf said.
Sometime later at night, Grouchy paid a visit to Papa Smurf's house. "What is it, my little Grouchy?" he asked.
"I'm sorry that I couldn't stand smurfing at my father's funeral, Papa Smurf, but I really hated him," Grouchy said.
"I'm sorry for the way you feel about him, Grouchy," Papa Smurf said.
"Are you going to treat me the way that he did, Papa Smurf?" Grouchy asked.
"Of course not, Grouchy," Papa Smurf said. "You and all your fellow Smurfs are now family. That doesn't mean that we won't have problems trying to smurf together, but I will smurf my best to keep you from feeling like you don't matter."
"That's an easy thing to smurf, because my brothers Hefty and Handy always smurfed first place in my father's life," Grouchy said.
"They are very important Smurfs, but that doesn't mean that you have no place of importance among your fellow Smurfs or among me, Grouchy," Papa Smurf said. "I'm sure that someday you'll smurf your place in this village, if you just smurf yourself a chance."
"I only wish my brothers were never born, Papa Smurf," Grouchy said.
"That's an unfortunate thing we have to smurf with, Grouchy, that we don't get to smurf our family members," Papa Smurf said.
"But are you going to pass away anytime soon, Papa Smurf?" Grouchy asked.
"It smurfs like I'm going to be here to stay, Grouchy," Papa Smurf said. "And as long as I'm still smurfing, I'm going to be your Papa Smurf from now on. If there's anything you want or need, you can always ask me for it."
"I hate to do this, but I feel like I don't have a choice," Grouchy said. He leaped into Papa Smurf's lap and hugged him with tears in his eyes.
"Just remember, Grouchy, that I will always love you," Papa Smurf said as he comforted the young Smurf in his arms.