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Once upon a time in a quaint village nestled by a serene pond, there lived a grumpy old fisherman named Mr. Jenkins. He spent his days sitting by the edge of the pond, casting his line into the water, hoping to catch the biggest fish in the pond.

Mr. Jenkins took great pride in his fishing spot, believing it to be exclusively his. He would often shoo away any curious passerby who dared to cast their own lines into his precious pond. "This is my pond," he would grumble, "and no one else's!"

One sunny morning, as Mr. Jenkins was settling into his usual spot by the pond, he noticed something unusual. There, across the water, was a young boy with a fishing rod in hand, casting his line into the pond.

Infuriated, Mr. Jenkins stormed over to the boy. "What do you think you're doing?" he bellowed. "This is my pond! You can't just come here and fish without my permission!"

The boy looked up with wide, innocent eyes. "I'm sorry, sir," he said meekly. "I didn't know this was your pond. I just wanted to catch some fish."

Mr. Jenkins softened slightly at the sincerity in the boy's voice. After a moment of contemplation, he sighed and said, "Well, alright. But just this once. And remember, always ask permission before fishing in someone else's pond."

From that day on, Mr. Jenkins and the young boy became unlikely fishing companions. They would sit by the pond together, sharing stories and laughter as they waited for the fish to bite.

And so, the pond that was once guarded so fiercely by Mr. Jenkins became a place of friendship and camaraderie, where all were welcome to cast their lines and share in the joy of fishing.

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