[The scene that ensues is almost comical in nature. Bazett, following after the light pole, reaches out for it. However, whenever she gets a good grip on it, the ensuing changes in direction would be too quick for her to balance. As a result, more often than not, she would find herself falling on her face or her butt. Even worse, she is sure that her opponent must be enjoying her misery.]

[When she finally catches the pole and balances herself accordingly, she is covered mud and grass from her multiple falls. Her tie had come off and gotten lost somewhere. Her hair had gotten tangled up with some tree branches that had more likely than not been used as fetch sticks for a dog or two.]