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On a starlit meadow, Bear sits on the grass while Bee hovers beside his shoulder. Cool moonlight bathes them as Bear raises a paw, asking the tiny flyer about speed.
Under stars, fluffy Bee buzzed beside big Bear. 'How fast can you fly?' Bear asked. 'Maybe the moon?' Bee grinned. 'Try tomorrow,' said Bear. Bee whispered, 'With Allah's help, I'll be brave.'
In the sunlit meadow at dawn, Bear stands among dewy flowers and waves upward. Bee rockets skyward past soft clouds, leaving a glimmering trail while morning light paints everything warm gold.
Morning glowed. 'Bismillah, I go!' buzzed Bee, zipping upward. Bear waved from the meadow, 'Fly safe, friend!' Bee danced through clouds, stars peeking ahead. 'SubhanAllah!' Bee gasped; the moon shone golden honey.
Under black space and distant stars, Bee kneels on a gleaming honey-coated lunar plain, tiny feet half-submerged. Sticky golden puddles glint in cold light as a gentle invisible breeze begins lifting him upward.
Bee landed and tasted the shining ground. 'Honey!' he cheered, stuffing pockets. Then his feet sank—so sticky! 'Dear Allah, please help me,' Bee prayed. A gentle breeze lifted him; he wriggled free.
At sunset in the grassy meadow, Bee and Bear sit side by side before a small open honey jar. Warm orange sky fades to early stars as they raise wooden spoons, ready to taste the shared treasure.
Bee zipped home to Bear at sunset. 'You did it!' Bear cheered. Bee showed honey. 'Allah helped when I was stuck.' 'Alhamdulillah,' they said, sharing sweet spoons. They rested under smiling stars.