Little Deer woke with excitement, the promise of blooming flowers brightening her mood. She arrived at the station with a spring in her step, anticipation bubbling within. "I can't wait to see the flowers," she murmured to herself, glancing around for any sign of her friend.
Little Deer began to worry, pacing back and forth, her hooves clicking softly on the ground. "Where could he be?" she wondered aloud, her gaze fixed on the path leading to the black bear's house. Her heart sank as the minutes stretched into an hour.
Little Deer sat down heavily on a nearby bench, wiping her brow as the sun beat down relentlessly. "I should have brought some water," she thought, fanning herself with a leaf. The thrill of the day was starting to fade, replaced by impatience and irritation.
Little Deer decided she couldn't wait any longer. Rising from her seat, she headed towards the little black bear's house, her hooves crunching the dry earth. "I hope he's alright," she muttered, worry mingling with her frustration.
Little Deer arrived at the little black bear's house, knocking firmly on the door. "Brother Black Bear, are you awake?" she called, her voice carrying through the quiet morning. Silence greeted her, and she pushed the door open.
Little Black Bear lay curled up, oblivious to the day's plans. Little Deer shook her head, a smile tugging at her lips despite her annoyance. "Brother Black Bear, wake up! The flowers won't wait for you!" she urged, gently nudging him awake.
