crying out for more - sand castles

[darci]

[div style="margin: 0 auto; width: 60%; font-family: georgia; font-size: 12pt; text-align: justify;"]He was, to say the least, rather bored. The lack of excitement in the group was almost stifling for the male. However, where boredom lie was creativity not far behind. They did not have sand like this back home, so Victor and his siblings always built forts out of the snow. Their snow ball fights got pretty tense at times. Fondly, the husky could recall a time when the siblings had got into an argument and got a little rough with the snow balls. That was, until their father stepped in. His father's lecture was short lived for Victor got a little ballsy and decided to turn the fight to his dad, his siblings following shortly after. In the end, their father ended up pelting them with more snow balls than the three of them could turn out and the children made a hasty retreat. Victor smiled at the memory. His father was a good man who loved his children more than anything.

The memory brought and idea to his mind. While there was no snow here, there was sand. He always wanted to build a sand castle. The oceans he had grown up around where made up of mostly rock and lacked room that was required to build a proper sand castle. Having found a nice spot on the beach, the dog was quick to get to work. Being kept company by a few friendly crabs, Victor was hard as work reshaping and working the sand. While he lacked hands and the proper tools to create an actually good one, it did not seem to phase him so much.