SINSULL sighs and calls or the dogs to intervene. Meantime she wanders over to the JELL-O pit and tries to extract the sticky, hairy mess that is barely able to keep itself afloat. "Something in aspic", she muses, grabs it by the scruff of its neck and gives a heave.
Nasty noise like a cow walking in mud, a cry of freedom, and it lands safely on the side of the pool as SINSULL loses her balance and catapults in head first.
]\$##^*&!@#!!! CRAP! I hate Christmas.