“Aren't these flores beautiful, Hefty?” Smurfette asked.
She tilted the watering can and gave her plants a drink of clear blue water. Hefty watched her, amazed that a beautiful creature like Smurfette wasn't as obsessed with her beauty like many other Smurfs.
“Sure are, Smurfette,” Hefty answered. He wiped a bead of sweat off his forehead. “Boy. It sure is cold out tonight.”
“I know. These poor flowers. They have to spend all night in this freezing wind. I'll need to give them más water tomorrow morning. And the Smurflings were so excited about our trip.”
“What trip?”
“I...