Once upon a time, in a whispering wood, a small pond lived. It was a shy pond, but it had a secret friend—the Moon. Every night, the Moon painted silver on the water's surface while frogs sang tales of yonder lands.
In the morning, little grassy chess pieces would float and weave merry circles, waving to their draped reflections of sleepy skies. People of the past heard stories from leaves on rustling winds. They said, "Waves keep secrets, and they sing softly to starlit dreams."
Little fairy boats with twinkly eyes caught their little friends’ reflections and waved back, crooning, "Wondrous is the sleepy float, mighty is the Moonlit moat!" Sometimes, a curious turtle fashioned a crown of daisies, posing regally as water like satin took to the sunbeams' embrace.
And thus, wave by wave, while clouds played hide and seek, the pond learned to dance and sing, though only whispers reached the world beyond the trees—a world of bright machines and tall-hatted giants—forever distant, yet sweetly near.