The pool is where the Fancy folk swim. The creek is a mountain spring. You can get hypothermia within 15 seconds I hear or at least it will shrink a man’s balls. But it’s like a sirens song that has drawn one or 2 drunken lost sailors to her shores. She wipes away the memory of it and they are left to wake in confusion the next day. I’ve been lucky to not hear her call as it’s supposedly beautiful as well as deadly but I know one man who has lived to tell the tale. I hear he’s returning to the same spot to hear her lovely song again this year. I pray for his soul.