13 And the Winner Is

Chapter 13 And the Winner Is… "Hey, look!" somebody shouted. "The judge for the sand castle contest is coming!" A guy wearing a tuxedo and one of those tall Abraham Lincoln hats was looking at somebody's sand castle down the beach. He was taking pictures of it and writing on a clipboard. We all ran over to Mr. Sunny. "This is awesome," I told Mr. Sunny. "You're sure to win the contest, dude." "I'm glad I put up this fence so nobody could damage my sanderpiece," Mr. Sunny said. At that moment, the most amazing thing in the history of the world happened. "Look, up in the sky!" Andrea shouted. "It's a bird!" Michael shouted. "It's a plane!" Neil shouted.

"No, it's somebody parasailing!" shouted. "It's… Mr. Granite!" Ryan shouted. Sure enough, that crazy, Australian, long-distance swimming, sand monster zombie guy was flying through the air with a parachute on his back. A boat in the water pulled him.

"He's flying pretty low," Andrea said. "I hope he doesn't get hurt." Mr. Granite flew right over our heads. "Help! Help!" he shouted. "I can't control this thing!" Mr. Granite was swooping back and forth, up and down. It looked like he might slam into the beach. "Watch out!" somebody yelled. "Run for your lives!" shouted Neil the nude kid. Suddenly, Mr. Granite started dive-bombing toward the ground. He was right over our heads! We dived to get out of the way. "Oh no!" yelled Mr. Sunny. "He's going to hit—" Mr. Sunny never got the chance to finish his sentence. Because at that moment Mr. Granite landed right on top of Mr. Sunny's

sand castle! BAM! Mr. Granite crushed it! I mean, it was totally flattened! Mr. Sunny's amazing sand castle looked like a big pile of sand again… with a pair of feet sticking out of the top. "WOW!" everybody said, which is "MOM" upside down. It was a real Kodak moment. And we got

to see it live and in person. "My sanderpiece is ruined!" Mr. Sunny screamed. "Now I can't go to France to study sand sculpture! My life is over!" Mr. Sunny went running down the beach, shouting a bunch of French words that I didn't understand. He seemed pretty upset. I couldn't blame him. I'd be upset too if a shark chased me around and I almost drowned and some nutty parasailor crushed my totally awesome sand castle. But then, stuff like that happens all the time, you know. We were standing in front of Mr. Sunny's pile of sand when the judge with the tall Abraham Lincoln hat came over. "Excuse me," he said, "I heard there is a really amazing sand castle around here. But I don't see it. Can you tell me where it is?"