I couldn't decide which one was right, so take them both—they're pure delight!
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Trolls buzzed around the plane critter, bright and bold, Colors and laughter in a scene so vivid and gold. Everyone gathered to bid Poppy and Branch farewell, Their month-long adventure was a tale to tell.
But Smidge, inside her pod, felt a bit low, Her usual spark dimmed, her enthusiasm slow. Her bright pink couch was where she sat with a sigh, Her small feet dangling, her mood down to the sky.
“Smidge?” Biggie called with a worried tone, His large frame filled the door, his concern fully shown. “What are you doing? Poppy’s waiting, you see! She’s asking where you are, wanting you to be.”
Smidge kept her gaze on the floor, her voice soft and small, “I don’t feel like going out today, not at all.” Biggie frowned, stepping in, his worry grew, Sitting beside her, his concern shining through.
“What’s wrong? Are you okay?” he asked with care, Smidge’s usual strength seemed no longer there. She sighed and spoke, her voice a bit strained, “I hate feeling so small, my heart’s been pained.”
“I want to be more, not just ‘the small one’ known, Always the muscle, never leading on my own.” Biggie blinked, surprised, he’d never heard this before, Smidge seemed so confident, her strength hard to ignore.
“I get it,” he said, “You’re always strong and true, But it doesn’t always feel like enough for you.” Smidge’s shoulders relaxed, her gaze now less downcast, “I want to lead, to be trusted, not just to be the cast.”
Biggie patted her shoulder, his words full of grace, “You’re more than muscle, you have a leader’s place. You care for the village more than anyone, it's true, That’s what makes you special, through and through.”
Smidge chuckled faintly, her mood starting to lift, “Maybe you’re right. I guess it’s a gift. But look at Poppy, off on adventures so grand, And here I am, just stuck, not in command.”
Biggie smiled warmly, “Poppy needs someone to keep things in line, You might get your chance, a role that’s truly divine.” Smidge’s eyes brightened, her doubts starting to fade, “Maybe you’re right, perhaps it’s a role well-made.”
Biggie encouraged her, “They’ll be gone for a month’s span, You should say goodbye, it’s part of the plan.” Smidge’s eyes widened, “A month? Really? Where? I need to say goodbye, to show I care.”
Biggie chuckled softly, “Poppy’s trying to see, What living with Branch is like, just them two, you see. A retreat to make up for the times she was rushed, It’s important for them to know how they’ve been hushed.”
Smidge thought for a moment, then resolved with a nod, “I should say goodbye, give it a try, that’s the odd.” With a flick of her hair, she ran to the crowd, Her small form weaving through Trolls, her heart feeling proud.
“Poppy!” she called, pushing through with all might, Her small but powerful frame shone bright. Poppy turned with a grin, her smile wide and true, “Smidge, you came! I’m glad to see you!”
They hugged tightly, Smidge’s heart feeling light, “I’m sorry I was late, but now it feels right. A whole month away, is it really the plan?” “Yes,” Poppy confirmed, “We need this, as best as we can.”
Smidge agreed, “Biggie told me, so I understand, I’ll take care of the village, I’ll make sure it’s grand.” Poppy, with a smile, said, “Thank you, Smidge, dear, Please keep things in check, while we’re not near.”
Just then, with a crash, Branch tumbled down, Luggage in a heap, spreading all around. Poppy laughed, “Throw it anywhere, Branch, oh my!” Branch groaned beneath, “Ow, I might cry.”
Smidge chuckled too, her spirits lifting high, “I’ll take care of things, so don’t you worry or sigh.” Poppy beamed, “Goodbye, Smidge, good luck to you, Tell everyone I love them, five times will do!”
Smidge saluted, her heart swelling with pride, “Count on me, Poppy, I’ll be your guide.” Poppy skipped off to Branch, to untangle the mess, Leaving Smidge feeling proud, no longer distressed.
As the plane critter soared into the sky, The Trolls dispersed, their routines to comply. Smidge watched with pride, her confidence anew, She wasn’t just small; she was capable too.
Biggie, noticing her lingering there, Asked softly, “Smidge, are you aware?” Smidge burst with energy, “I’m more than okay, Poppy trusts me now, it’s my time to display!”
Biggie smiled warmly, “I’m proud of you, Smidge, You’ll do a great job, and I’ll be here on the ridge. If you need help, just call, I’ll be near, But for now, small but mighty, give a cheer!”
Smidge and Biggie strolled through the village with zeal, Smidge’s sharp eyes catching every detail. She saw crooked signs and decorations askew, Nothing would escape her, she’d make it look new.
Approaching the sign makers with a stern glance, “You’ve got crooked signs! Fix them at once, by chance!” The Trolls looked confused, but Smidge took charge, Reconstructing with precision, her actions not large.
“Thanks, I guess,” one murmured, unsure of the change, Smidge strutted away, Biggie’s concern in range. “Smidge, wasn’t that a bit harsh, maybe too strong?” “No!” Smidge retorted, “It needs to be right, not wrong!”
Biggie shrugged and followed, as Smidge moved fast, To decorators whose work she’d overcast. “Messy decorations! Can’t you see? I’ll fix it, make it perfect, just follow me.”
Her tiny hands worked with precision so keen, Rearranging with confidence, making the scene pristine. The decorators frowned, their hard work erased, But Smidge was satisfied, her smile well-placed.
Biggie watched with sadness as Smidge pressed on, Her corrections felt harsh, their joy overdrawn. “Smidge, look at them, they worked hard with care, It meant something to them, it’s only fair.”
Smidge glanced briefly, dismissing their plight, “I’m just helping, they’ll thank me all right.” Biggie sighed, his voice gentle, “It’s more than just neat, It’s about teamwork and letting others’ work be complete.”
Smidge snapped, “I’m trying to help, can’t you see? Why doesn’t anyone understand me?”
Suddenly, the ground rumbled with a deep, low quake, Panic spread through the Trolls, making them shake. The volcano erupted, spewing ash and flame, Biggie and Smidge stared, both feeling the same.
Biggie asked, “What now? How can we cope?” Smidge felt the panic, but found a new hope. “I don’t know what to do, this wasn’t the plan!” Her confidence waned, but a new idea began.
She sprinted to the stage, her voice loud and clear, “Listen up, everyone, don’t give in to fear! We need to work together, fix this right now, Dig a moat around the volcano, let’s show them how!”
Trolls grumbled but listened, starting to unite, With hair-drills and teamwork, they dug with all might. The lava flowed slowly, but they worked in sync, The moat filled with lava, cooling as they’d think.
Cheers erupted as the village was saved, The Trolls rallied together, their fears allayed. Smidge stood proud in the middle, her heart warm and true, For once, she felt valued, her confidence renewed.
As the volcano crumbled, the earth smooth and clear, Smidge couldn’t help but smile, her heart full of cheer. Biggie saw her joy, his smile wide too, “Smidge, you did it! The village is through!”
Smidge’s heart swelled, she’d done her part, The village safe, a new start. With Biggie by her side, her spirits now high, Smidge knew she was more than just small but mighty—she could fly!
