Milo cradled the tiny star in his paws, its light flickering like a candle in the wind. "You look like you need to go back home," Milo murmured, his voice soft with concern. He knew he couldn't do it alone, so he scampered off to find his friends.

Oliver the Owl tilted his head thoughtfully as he listened. "A fallen star is a rare sight, indeed. We must help it return to the sky," he hooted wisely. Benny the Beaver nodded, his strong tail thumping the ground in agreement. "Let's build something to get it back up there," he suggested with determination.

Fiona the Fox darted around, her sharp eyes spotting the best branches. "This will be the tallest tower ever!" she declared with a playful grin. Despite their efforts, the tower wasn't high enough, and frustration began to seep in.

"We can't give up," Milo insisted, looking at his friends with hope. "What if we built a catapult?" Oliver the Owl suggested, his eyes twinkling with newfound inspiration. Everyone's eyes lit up with excitement at the idea.

"Ready, set, go!" Benny the Beaver shouted, and with a mighty whoosh, the star soared through the air, leaving a trail of light behind. They watched in awe as it joined the sky, shining brighter than ever.

"We did it," Fiona the Fox whispered, her heart full of joy. Milo gazed up at the sky, feeling a warmth spread through him. "Helping others is the best feeling in the world," he said, his eyes reflecting the starlight.