Yazid is a kind superhero boy. He wears a bright blue cape and a shining star badge. He lives in the Wizard's Greenhouse at the edge of a green forest. The greenhouse glows with magic. Strange ferns, tall sunflowers, and colorful vines climb everywhere. Sweet birds sing in the leafy air.
Each morning, Yazid steps inside and feels warm light. He breathes in the fresh scent of moss. He checks each pot. He sprinkles gentle rain with his small watering wand. He hums a happy tune. Each plant leans toward him. He smiles and waves at every green leaf.
Adventurer is Yazid’s best friend. Adventurer carries a small pack of tools. He wears a curious hat. He loves to explore and learn. Each visit, he helps Yazid plant seeds. He carries tiny shovels and bright colored ribbon to mark new sprouts. Together, they care for every living thing.
One day, Yazid found a wilting rose near the back. Its petals drooped in sad reds. He touched a leaf. It felt dry and cold. Adventurer patted Yazid’s shoulder. “Don’t worry,” he said. “We will help it.” Yazid felt his heart pound. He nodded and took a deep breath.
They went to the tool shelf. Empty jugs stood in a row. The watering cans sat low. Yazid frowned. The shelf labels glimmered, but the cans were gone. A sparkle of worry glowed in his eyes. Adventurer whispered, “The stream must be dry now.” Yazid straightened his cape. “Let’s find water.”
They opened the tall glass door. A gentle breeze kissed their cheeks. They walked past twisted vines and glowing mushrooms. Turtles in shells of green and gold watched them pass. Frogs hopped near a small puddle. Each little creature looked thirsty. Yazid knelt and spoke softly to each friend. “We will bring you water soon.”
At the greenhouse gate, a wooden latch blocked their way. Yazid pulled with all his might. The gate creaked. His cape rustled. Suddenly it snapped open. Adventurer jumped in delight. “Your strength is super!” he cheered. Yazid smiled shyly. He felt proud of his brave heart.
Beyond the gate lay a dry stream bed. Pebbles gleamed in dusty rows. Yazid’s eyes grew wide. He knelt down to touch them. “No water here,” he said. Adventurer peered ahead. He saw a tall hill crowned by a smoking snout. Yazid’s heart skipped. “Could that be Dragon?” he asked.
They climbed the slope and saw Dragon curled in a shallow crater. He was large and gentle. His scales were red like sunrise. Steam curled from his nose. When he moved, trees shook. Yazid and Adventurer froze. Dragon let out a soft sniff. He seemed sad and cold.
Yazid stepped forward and spoke calmly. “Hello, Dragon. We need water for our greenhouse.” Dragon tilted his head. He sniffed the air. His golden eyes glowed. Adventurer held out a green leaf. Dragon sniffed again. He gently took the leaf with his claw and chewed it. He gave a small rumble.
Adventurer then offered a handful of bright berries. Dragon’s head swayed. He closed his eyes and ate them. He gave a happy roar that shook the ground. Yazid laughed. “You like berries?” Dragon stretched his wings wide in a slow flap. Then he lowered his head as if to ask for help.
Yazid understood. Dragon had no water too. Yazid and Adventurer ran back to the greenhouse gate. They filled every jug from a hidden barrel they found under a bench. They strapped jugs to their backs. They hurried back up the hill, careful not to spill a single drop.
At the crest, they poured cool water into the dry bed. Water dripped and then trickled. Sparkles formed on the stones. Tiny streams gathered into a small pool. Dragon watched with gentle eyes. He dipped a claw in the water and flicked droplets at his snout. He lapped happily.
Yazid and Adventurer cheered. Forest buds peeked from moss. Little ferns uncurled their fronds. Flowers lifted their heads. Frogs croaked. Birds twittered. The hill felt alive again. Dragon gave one loud joyful roar that echoed through the trees.
Dragon nudged a buried box with his nose. The box rolled into the open air. Yazid and Adventurer looked at each other with surprise. Adventure sparkled in their eyes. Dragon opened the box with a gentle claw. Inside lay a golden key shaped like a leafy vine.
“Use this,” Dragon rumbled softly. “It opens magic that can save your plants.” Yazid held the key and felt warm energy flow into his hands. He thanked Dragon. He promised to share water every day. Dragon bowed his great head and flew away, leaving soft puffs of golden smoke.
They hurried back to the greenhouse. Yazid found a small chest decorated with shining runes. He put the key in the lock. Click! The chest lid swung open. Inside was a sparkling golden watering can covered in twinkling gems and swirling patterns.
Yazid lifted the can. It felt like a warm hug. He poured a tiny stream onto a wilted fern. The fern shivered and then stood tall. He misted a patch of violets. They blushed bright purple. Every plant in the greenhouse seemed to smile.
Adventurer tied a red ribbon on the can. “Now it belongs to the greenhouse,” he said. Yazid placed the can on a mossy shelf. Tiny fireflies gathered around it. The air hummed with magic. Water dripped softly onto a bed of moss, singing like rain.
That evening, Yazid and Adventurer sat by a wooden table. Dragon came by and warmed marshmallows for them with a gentle flame. They sipped cool mint tea. They shared sweet berries. Each friend felt safe and happy. The greenhouse glowed in a circle of golden light.
When night fell, Yazid lay in a bed of soft leaves inside a small greenhouse nook. He heard the gentle drip of magic water. He felt proud and calm. He knew he could help any leaf or creature. He dreamed of green forests and kind friends.
Next morning, the greenhouse was bright with life. New buds unfolded everywhere. Tiny butterflies danced above the flowers. Yazid hugged his star badge. Adventurer joined him with a cheerful whistle. They held hands and looked around. The plants waved in the breeze.
Yazid whispered, “We did it.” Adventurer nodded. Dragon soared above the forest and breathed soft clouds to feed the rivers. Together, they kept the greenhouse alive. Together, they kept the forest green and safe. And every day, they watered hope with a golden can.
The end.