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beach to dig a hole. My friend Billy, who lives around the corner, told me that if you dig a hole deep enough, it will go all the way to China.
    â€œHey,” I told the guys, “if we dig a hole to China, maybe we’ll end up near a Chinese restaurant. I bet they’ll give us Chinese food.”
    â€œThen we won’t even need to find buried treasure,” Michael said.
    â€œGreat idea, A.J.!” said Ryan.
    That’s why I’m in the gifted and talented program at school.
    The four of us started digging with our hands. I could almost taste the Chinese food we were going to eat once we reached China.
    â€œHey,” Ryan said, “what’s the deal with jumbo shrimp? It’s either jumbo or it’s shrimpy. It can’t be both.”
    â€œYeah,” said Michael, “and how can you have sweet and sour pork? Either it’s sweet or it’s sour. What’s up with that?”
    â€œYeah,” I said, “and how do they know which ribs are the spare ones?”
    Chinese food is weird.
    We were all digging in the sand when the strangest thing in the history of the world happened.
    â€œHey!” Neil suddenly shouted. “There’s something down here!”
    â€œWhat is it?” I asked. “Buried treasure?”
    â€œNo, it’s…a hand!”
    â€œAhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!” we all screamed.
    â€œAnd the fingers are moving!”
    â€œAhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!” we all screamed.
    â€œIt’s the sand monster!” I shouted. “My sister told me about it. It’s a zombie, and it eats boys!”
    â€œRun for your lives!” shouted Neil.
    That’s when this giant, human-shaped creature pushed its way out from under the sand.
    It stood up!
    â€œAhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!” we all screamed.

    The sand monster started shaking sand off itself.

    And that’s when I realized it wasn’t a sand monster at all. It was Mr. Granite, that weird guy who swam all the way from Australia!
    â€œThanks for digging me up, blokes,” said Mr. Granite. “I must have dozed off on the beach. I guess some kids covered me with sand as a prank.”
    Then he just walked away, like that was completely normal. Mr. Granite surehas a weird way of popping up out of nowhere.
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    Down the beach, we saw that Mr. Sunny had put up a big fence around his sand castle. I guess he was afraid that somebody might damage it before the judging. A bunch of kids were watching him work on the castle, but Andrea wasn’t around.
    â€œWhere’s Andrea?” I asked Mr. Sunny.
    â€œI cannot talk right now,” he replied. “I must have silence with the sand.”
    We found Andrea down by the water, reading one of her Shakespeare books.
    She looked like she had been crying.
    â€œWhat’s your problem?” I asked Andrea.
    â€œMr. Sunny won’t talk to me,” she said, dabbing her eyes with a tissue. “He always says he needs to be alone with his sand. ‘These words are razors to my wounded heart’! ‘This was the unkindest cut of all.’ ‘O, I am fortune’s fool’! ‘Alas, I am a woman friendless, hopeless’!”
    That Shakespeare talk is really annoying. But I never saw Andrea cry before. I almost felt sorry for her. Almost.
    That’s when I got the greatest idea in the history of the world. I could prove once and for all that I didn’t like Andrea.
    â€œI know how you can get Mr. Sunny to notice you,” I told Andrea. “You should pretend to drown. Mr. Sunnywill have to save you.”
    The guys all agreed that I was a genius, and I should get the No Bell Prize. That’s a prize they give out to people who don’t have bells.
    â€œIt would never work,” Andrea said. “I’ve been taking swimming lessons since I was three. I’m an excellent swimmer.”
    â€œMr. Sunny doesn’t know that,” I told her. “Just fake it and