Fine. You say pond and I'll think water. I'll translate each and every instance for now on, and that vague I'll be more clear than you.
No matter how many times you say it, no matter how fast or numerous the jets, it's still an ocean and not a pond, notwithstanding American's affection for British fondness for understatement. It's not cute anymore.
This is the pond of Henry the transmentalist's who lived in a hut and read Tarot cards.
The center blue on the globe below is the Atlantic ocean between the United States and Britain.
Tiny, you could swim across it or drain it. ↑.
Quite large, you would die in it ↓.
