“Why don’t we build a sandcastle, see if we can better our last attempt?” Maggy said.
“Individuals, or as a team?” Max asked.
Maggy looked at her watch, “We might have time for both.”
As it turned out, Craig arrived within minutes so it became a team effort. They set a time limit to keep it fair. Since they were amateurs, they gave themselves and hour and a half to complete their projects.
“Ok, time!” Max called when the alarm on his wrist watch went off.
“So, who do we get to judge?” Maggy asked.
“That’s a good question. Think we can handle it on our own?”
“Naw, cause mine’s already the winner!” Maggy squeaked at Craig’s gentle pinch in her rib cage.
“That settles that then, doesn’t it?”
A young boy about eight wandered by and overhearing them said, “I’ll judge for you.”
“Well thanks,” Max said, introducing them.
“I’m Robert,” he said in grown up fashion, offering a hand.
“Well, Robert, what do you think? Take your time. Don’t rush.”
“I’d say the castle is pretty good. Definitely deserves honourable mention. The Pyramid isn’t bad. The Frog is awesome! and the hand is really detailed. Hmm, let me see.” He stood and pondered, walked back and forth, his hand on his chin, taking the whole thing quite seriously, which the group found both cute and amusing.
“Weeeeell, after careful consideration”, he paused dramatically, “The winner is,” he continued after another elongated pause, “the hand.”
“Why did you choose the hand?”
“Besides the detail, it’s in proportion, and it’s just that good.”
“I win!” Maggy cried. “I win. Yahoo! Thanks, Robert, you made my day. That’ll teach you guys,” she exchanged a high five with Robert.