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pretend you can’t swim.”
    â€œBut that would be like lying,” Andrea said.
    Andrea doesn’t know the first thing about lying. Lying is when you say your dog ate your homework when you don’teven have a dog.
    â€œPretending to drown isn’t lying,” I told her. “You can’t tell a lie if you don’t talk. And if you’re drowning, you don’t talk. Except to yell ‘Help!’”
    â€œActually, drowning people say ‘Glub, glub,’” said Michael. “I saw that in a movie once.”
    â€œFirst they yell ‘Help,’” Ryan said, “and then they say ‘Glub, glub’ as they’re drowning.”
    â€œI don’t care what drowning people say!” Andrea yelled. “I won’t do it!”
    Sheeesh, what a grouch.

10
The Sanderpiece
    The next morning me and the guys saw a sign on the boardwalk that said SAND CASTLE JUDGING TODAY ! It said that a judge would be coming down the beach to choose the best sand castle. The winner would get a trip to France.
    â€œHey, what’s that?” Neil asked, pointing up at the sky.
    â€œSomebody is parasailing,” I said, and I told the guys what parasailing was.
    â€œThat is cool!” they all agreed.
    We went down to the beach. A bunch of kids were looking at Mr. Sunny’s sand castle through the fence. It was amazing. It looked just like a real castle.
    â€œI must have silence as I put the finishing touches on my sanderpiece,” Mr. Sunny said. “It must be perfect so I can win the trip to France.”
    Mr. Sunny had hooked up an electric toothbrush to his solar-powered baseball cap. He was crawling around on theground, using the toothbrush to brush away the last tiny specks of loose sand.

    â€œYour sand castle rocks, Mr. Sunny!” Michael said.
    â€œIt’s gonna blow the doors off all those other sand castles,” I told him. “You’re sure to win the contest.”
    Mr. Sunny got up and stepped back from his castle.
    â€œThat’s it!” he announced. “ Voilà! Fini! * My sanderpiece is complete!”
    â€œWOW!” everybody said, which is “MOM” upside down.
    I spotted Andrea down by the water, some and the guys went over there to pester her. Pestering girls is fun. Especially Andrea. She was eating a piece of pizza and reading one of her Shakespeare books.
    â€œAre you still upset about Mr. Sunny?” I asked her.
    â€œâ€˜What’s done, is done,’” Andrea said sadly. “‘They do not love that do not show their love.’ ‘Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs.’ ‘Fair is foul and foul is fair.’”
    I didn’t know that Shakespeare guy wrote about baseball.
    â€œStop moping around,” I told Andrea. “You should take my advice and pretend to drown.”
    â€œYeah,” said Neil the nude kid, “it’s the only way to get Mr. Sunny to notice you.”
    â€œAnd this is the perfect time,” Ryan added. “He just finished his sand castle. He’s got nothing to do until the judge shows up.”
    â€œBut what if pretending to drown doesn’t work?” Andrea asked, dabbing her eye with a tissue.
    â€œThere’s only one way to find out,” said Michael.
    Andrea thought it over. Then she stood up.
    â€œOkay,” she said, handing me her book, “I’ll do it!”
    Andrea went running out into the ocean.
    â€œDon’t forget to yell ‘help’ and ‘glub, glub,’” I hollered at her.
    â€œThis is gonna be cool,” said Ryan.
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    We all watched as Andrea dived into a wave and swam out into the deep water. That’s when the strangest thing in the history of the world happened.
    â€œShark!” somebody suddenly screamed. “There’s a shark out there!”
    We all squinted to see. Sure enough, there was a fin moving back and forth. It was on the other side