Driftwood Fort

The hot sand started tickling my feet too much, so I dragged my little brown suitcase toward a huge piece of smooth driftwood resting near some dry sea grass. Tucking my banana safely into a hollow knot in the wood, I tried to climb up top to look around. Halfway up, my foot slipped and I tumbled backward right into a tiny dune of powdery white sand! Pfft! I just dusted my tummy, shrugged, and decided the cool shadow underneath the log was way cozier anyway. I kicked back with my suitcase as a footrest and happily reclaimed my fruit.