Grand Sand Castle Shift

I slipped past the front gate and trotted down the gravel path straight into the playground sandpit! Right near the timber border, a sturdy red plastic bucket had tipped over beside a heap of cool, damp sand. Helper architect to the rescue! I planted my little black shoes firmly into the grains, gripped the wide plastic handle with both hands, and packed the damp sand tight inside—pat, pat, squish! With an energetic heave, I flipped it upside down onto the smooth wooden plank and gave the bottom three firm taps. When I hoisted the bucket away, a magnificent, smooth sand turret stood tall without a single crack! I bounced on my heels and giggled with pure joy!