Work Text:
Little Bear sucked honey off his paw, turned the paw then himself to get exactly the right angle between his claws, and fell over into the grass. His shoulder was sticky from his mother hugging him while she had honey on her paws. Little Bear wiggled, not sure if he was getting the grass honey-sticky or his back grass-cleaned or both at the same time.
"I didn't ask the grass questions!" Little Bear said.
In a gentle voice, Mother Bear asked him, "Did you ask other plants questions?"
Little Bear told her about asking the trees and the leaves and the stream, and that he had talked with the sleepy dormouse and the daytime creatures too.
"And the moon," Little Bear said.
After kissing Little Bear upsidedown on the nose, Mother Bear pointed at the evening-dark sky. "Do you have more questions for the moon?"
The moon was bright, and so were the stars. Little Bear had his mother there with him, and his Grandmother Bear was in the stars. Little Bear's long day of wondering left wonder in his heart.