My uncle gave me this (rather blurry) Smurf after we watched cartoons together one morning when I was five. He was a forester and had decided he didn't like Smurfs anymore because they were just an anti-logging propaganda machine...seems the Smurfs said something like "Don't cut down our forest." This Smurf is a little battered and seen better days and keeps appearing out of nowhere.
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