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It was a sunny spring morning in the rural county of Lancashire, England.

Six-year-old Mary Fenwick was at the edge of her family's farm, playing with a hoop and stick

toy that she borrowed from her brother, Jack, without his permission.

As she crested a hill, the hoop sped up, rolling out of reach.

Mary chased after it, falling further and further behind, until it teetered and fell, landing with an unexpected splash.

Mary skidded to a stop. A short distance away, the hoop floated amidst a sea of green.

What looked like a grassy field was actually a small length blanketed in pond weed. Mary's parents had warned

her about ponds like this. The countryside was full of them and if you weren't paying attention,

you could walk right in. But as she eyed the pond, it was her brother Jack's voice that echoed

in her mind. You know why mom and dad won't let us

play near the water, don't you? It's because she's in there. The witch. She grabs kids who

wander too close, drags them to her lair and eats them. That's why they call her wicked Jenny.

The name alone sent shivers down Mary's spine.

But, she thought, Jack just told her stories like that to scare her. And she was older now and

braver. She wasn't going to fall for it. Jack's hoop was still drifting across the pond further and

further from the shore. Mary hurried after it, edging

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