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Not sure that the nose is right.

Doesn’t look right.

Looks wonky.

Askew.

Maybe it’s just the direction of the sun?

Getting low now.

Sunset at 8.26pm.

Low sun.

That’s all.

That’s the problem.

Yeah.

It will look fine in the morning.

Stop messing with the nose.

You’ll make it worse.

Move on.

Still got the tail to do.

Haven’t even started on the tail.

Or the wings.

Going to be tricky.

Wrong sort of sand for wings.

Should have thought of that.

Why didn’t I think of that?

Same thing last year.

Wrong sort of sand for porcupine quills.

Still got second place though.

Don’t know how.

Idiot.

Sand sculpture of a porcupine?

Idiot.

What was I thinking?

Maybe if I used the plaque scaler again?

Add some more detail.

Won’t notice it’s wonky.

More scales.

Good thinking.

Useful having a dentist in the family.

Odd bloke though.

Wouldn’t want to go on a camping holiday with him.

Get stuck in a tent.

Man has a thing against sand.

Odd bloke.

Doesn’t know what he’s missing.

Still looks wonky.

Not the sun then.

Bollocks.

Taken too much off the nose.

The nose is all wrong.

Don’t think dragons have noses.

Snouts?

Muzzles?

Doesn’t really matter.

The nose is wrong.

Should have done a bloody dolphin.

Don’t be an idiot.

Just do the nose right.

Can’t.

Not enough sand.

Already taken too much off.

Off the nose.

Or the muzzle.

Snout.

Whatever it’s called.

Have to start again.

Bollocks.

Idiot.

Don’t have to start again.

Just make the whole thing smaller.

Done it before.

What time is high tide?

Should have done a bloody dolphin.

Idiot.