Dead Sheep Pool

Olga and I popped into the pool. The hot water quickly warmed up my freezing body. The rain trickled down from above and kissed my nose and cheek. The hot water I was swimming in combined with the cold drizzle from the grey clouds above made it such a beautiful experience. Olga swam down to the other end of the pool where it was warmer. I followed her. As I came closer to the other end Olga yelled at me "Put your head under! I think it might be good for your hair!" I've always loved water and have never had a problem with diving under the surface so I laughed and dove. That's when I felt something wooly and fuzzy stroke against my leg. I immediately shot up and resurfaced. The horrified look on my face startled Olga. "What happened?" she asked bewildered. "I think..." I was trying to figure out what possibly could've touched me. In the same second three sheep passed by the pool at the base of the mountain on the opposite side of the pool. Suddenly I realised. "THERE'S A DEAD SHEEP AT THE BOTTOM OF THE POOL!" I shouted. Instant panic. A man threw his toddler out of the pool screaming. "SAVE YOURSELVES!" a big American woman said as she pulled herself out of the pool by pressing a poor old man down. Olga lifted herself out of the pool and reached over to help me out too. Except that's when I felt it. Teeth clenching fast around my ankle. I looked at Olga. Petrified. The fear in my eyes reflected in hers. "It's not dead." I said and in the next instant I was dragged under into the green slimy dark water.