"It's a sheep," Ira insisted.

"No, you're wrong, it's definitely a dog," replied Potter, referring to the putrid object floating near the small pier where they stood. They both stepped back, avoiding the vile stench.

"I've seen dead sheep before," said Ira. "And I know sheep, and that is a sheep."

"If we could see its head, we'd know for sure," Potter said. "I still reckon it's a dog."

"Hey! Are you two layabouts waiting for the Catherine Rose?" ...