Teddie sat down in the sand, leaning up against the large boulders in the morning sun light. She watched the waves crash against the shore, pulling back shells and bottles and stones that clung to the wet sand. Mop, her family’s pet dragon, sighed and curled around Teddie.
“This is the dullest day in the world, Mop,” Teddie said. “Sometimes I wish something would happen. Like a battle, or a creature attack, or an earthquake. Anything would be better than sitting around doing nothing.”
Mop lifted his head and snorted. A few bright blue sparks shot out from his snout, landing on Teddie’s sweater.
Patting her sweater to put out the small burning parts, Teddie sighed. She stood up, accidentally pushing aside the dragon. Mop snorted again and grumbled. “Sorry,” Teddie whispered. She stretched, and wandered down to the water, collecting stones. When her hands filled up, she returned to the dragon, spilling the rocks into the sand. Teddie wandered up and down the shore, until she had a big enough pile.
Once the pile was large enough, Teddie returned to the ocean, collecting some of the bottles, filling each one with water. She came back to the boulder and got to work building small sand castles out of the sand, bottles and rocks. For the rest of the morning, she created a small city, using more and more resources she found at the beach. Shells decorated houses and towers, sea glass made great windows, and kelp mapped out the roads.
Mop watched from the top of the boulder, his head moving back and forth, following Teddie. His tail swished back and forth, growing excited as Teddie added more and more to her tiny city.
Around noon, Teddie left to collect more shells. Mop stayed behind, chasing after gulls and crabs, pouncing on them when he got the chance. She wandered closer to the tide pools. Teddie kneeled down, peering into the water. A few fish darted into the shadows, kicking up some loose sand at the bottom.
Teddie gasped, noticing something shining in the afternoon sunlight. She rolled up her sleeve and shoved her hand inside the freezing winter ocean. Brushing aside some sand, she pulled on the shiny thing. As she dried her hand off, Teddie inspected her treasure: an old glass bottle with a curled up parchment, and a small silver bracelet with a rainbow of stones. Grinning, she ran as fast as she could, waving the bottle in the air.
“Mop!” Teddie cried. “I think today just became more interesting!”