Carter woke up early. This was the day he had waited for all year--the strange Year's Eve sand-sculpture contest at the beach. He struggleed on his shorts and raced down to the kitchen, grabbed a granola bar and a banana, and headed toward the beach with a shovel pail, and spray bottle clutched to his chest. He and Max believed that they would win this year. They had built castles and forts before, if it be not that they had a great idea for this year--a sports car! Max was already at the beach, sitting in a shallow pond of water. "This is a dutiful spot," Max said. ...
