The wood nymph sat alone amongst the roots. Their close proximity to the shoreline gave her the perfect view of the water. The distorted reflection of her face in the ripples made her laugh, yet somehow gave her peace. Watching the water sprites dance across the water, leaving gentle trails along the surface, made the wood nymph long to be one of them. But she was much larger than the sprites and she did not have a pair of dainty wings upon her back, how could she be a water sprite? Day after day the nymph sat on the bank, her desire increasing with each passing hour. She became consumed by her dream and one day the nymph decided to change her path. Into the water she dove, where she immediately popped to the surface like a cork. There she floated on the surface, not as a water sprite, but merely a satisfied wood nymph, drifting on her dream.
Moral: Simply getting close to a dream can be enough.