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The farmyard was deserted of people on this Saturday morning, as it quite often was. Farmer Smith was away at an auction for the day. That meant that Jenny could take some time to hang around at the farm and be by herself, except for the free-ranging chickens pecking about in the dust, the cows hanging their heads placidly out of the side of the barn, and the feral tabby cat, hunting for rats. Usually the farmyard made her feel peaceful with its aura of harmony with the Wiltshire countryside and its naturally slow pace of activity, but today she struggled to tune into the feeling.Jenny had never been a sociable girl, but she had certainly ...