Smurfette was just out wondering the forest minding her own business enjoying the warm spring day. The sun was high casting shadows here and there. The sky was a vivid clear blue with not a cloud insight.  Birds were flying from tree to tree singing their various songs to the serene day.  As she wandered through the forest her mind drifted thoughtless a peaceful void that mirrored her surroundings.

She wandered in this blissfully state till she came upon a bridge . Continue on her minding her own business she proceeded to cross the bridge when suddenly she heard the horrific screeching sound without hesitation her hands flew up muffling the horrific sound.

Get off my bridge. You can't cross my bridge. I'll shit on you. The creature was sort of  twisted its back had a hump on it that appeared to be covered in pulsating boils. She quickly covered her mouth and nose pinching her nose shut to block some of  its gut wrenching stench.

She turned  her head to the left and then to the  right a questioning look in her eyes. Moving a strand of her blue hair from her face to get a clearer view of this creature. It was new to her they didn't have trolls in the Smurf Village. She knew she was still naive of the ways of these people. She was trying to learn  everything about their odd customs. But the creature that sat below her under the bridge intrigued her. She after all had never met a troll before. She was about to learn just how nasty these vile little creatures could be.

Don't look at me .I'll shit on you. It screeched at her. You are nothing here this is my bridge what I say goes. I say  you don't go across it.

It is on my path I must cross it. Smurfette simply stated as she stared down at the troll under the bridge.

I shit on your path. The troll rolled his eyes and then spat on his own feet. You can't be here. You do not belong here.

She laughed at the nasty little creatures antics. Just how do you  intend to stop me you are down there and  I am up here?

I will expose to everybody who you really are. He snickered thinking he had the blue haired woman just where he wanted her. Dead in her tracks unable to cross his bridge.

Oh dear troll do not project your fears and insecurities onto me. You are the one who lives in your delusional reality. After all I am the one on top of the bridge my path is clear. While you  are under the bridge. Why don't you come up here and stop me ? She stood defiantly on the bridge her hands on her hips and her jaw set squarely.

The troll furrowed his brow and cursed at her. Did she know he was destined to always remain under the bridge watching people cross the bridge at will when he could not even leave the confines of its shadows.  He was powerless of stopping those who wanted to cross the bridge for all eternity. He could not let this blue haired smurfy woman cross his bridge  and show the others that  he was truly utterly powerless.

Get of my bridge you dumb insignificant  F****** C****.

Smurfette  walked to the center of the bridge and jumped in the middle of it just drill in her point. You can not leave from the shadows of the bridge which means that you can never cross the bridge.  She raised her voice to make sure the troll so far below her would hear her words clearly through his puss filled ears. 

The reason I am able  the cross the bridge and you will always be stuck in its shadows. Is becasue  you need to stop projecting your fears onto others. Accept who you are  a little insignificant troll that is stuck under a bridge he has become a prisoner to.

With her words finished she blew the troll stuck under the bridge  a light-hearted kiss. I bid  you adieu troll and have great  life under your bridge. 

She crossed the bridge and wandered off into the forest her mind eased back into into its empty blissfulness as she enjoyed the beautiful day. On the other hand, the troll under the bridge stomped his feet in frustration. Knowing that if the story of the blue haired woman crossing his bridge spread among the masses that others would soon be crossing the bridge also.