Joseph
was
buzzing
.
Like
full
-
on
bouncing
up
and
down
,
shouting
at
seagulls'
kind
of
buzzing
.
"
We
have
to
climb
it
!
"
he
said
,
pointing
at
the
m
sand
like
it
was
E
"
I
need
to
see
the
from
the
top
!
"
I
glanced
at
my
sister
,
who
raised
an
eyebrow
.
The
dune
was
massive
-
at
least
70
feet
tall
,
steep
,
and
looked
like
it
swallowed
flip
-
flops
and
dreams
alike
.
But
Joseph
was
already
halfway
up
,
so
we
,
reluctantly
,
followed
.
The
beach
was
stunning
.
The
sun
hung
low
.
Casting
a
golden
glow
across
the
sand
like
someone
had
spilled
glitter
.
The
sea
shimmered
red
and
orange
,
waves
gently
lapping
the
shore
,
whispering
secrets
only
the
wind
could
hear
.
Seagulls
squawked
overhead
,
sounding
like
they
were
laughing
at
us
.
They
probably
were
.
Climbing
the
dune
was
like
trying
to
walk
up
a
collapsing
cake
.
Every
step
we
took
sank
back
down
,
and
the
sand
got
everywhere
-
socks
,
ears
,
even
my
mouth
at
one
point
.
Joseph
,
of
course
,
was
loving
it
.
"
This
is
the
BEST
DAY
EVERRRR
!
"
he
yelled
,
arms
flailing
like
a
victorious
.
After
what
felt
like
a
century
(
but
was
probably
only
about
forty
minutes
)
,
we
reached
the
peak
.
The
view
was
worth
it
.
The
beach
stretched
endlessly
across
the
golden
horizon
,
the
sea
sparkled
like
a
disco
ball
,
and
the
wind
whipped
around
us
like
nature
?
s
applause
.
Jospeh
stood
at
the
very
edge
,
arms
wide
.
"
I
'am
the
k
ing
of
the
world
!
"
he
declared
.
Then
came
the
.
We
turned
.
A
dog
-
small
,
scruffy
and
indubitably
possessed
-
charged
at
Joseph
as
if
he
?
d
insulted
its
mother
.
Before
any
of
us
could
react
,
the
dog
lunged
,
Joseph
screamed
,
and
both
of
them
disappeared
over
the
edge
.
Gone
.
Like
a
bad
magic
trick
,
the
k
ing
of
the
dune
had
fallen
,
the
flags
were
at
half
-
mast
.
Silence
filled
the
air
,
then
our
shouting
did
.
"
Joseph
!
"
we
shouted
,
desperately
trying
to
hold
in
our
laughter
as
we
scrambled
towards
the
edge
.
Nothing
but
sand
,
broken
twigs
and
a
single
trainer
tumbling
down
like
a
sad
symbol
of
defeat
.
We
spent
the
next
three
hours
searching
.
THREE
HOURS
.
We
slid
down
the
dune
,
combed
through
,
called
his
name
like
we
were
in
a
dramatic
soap
opera
.
My
sister
even
went
full
blown
Sherlock
,
and
tried
tracking
footprints
,
which
was
futile
because
the
sand
was
basically
a
giant
.
Defeated
,
sunburnt
,
and
covered
in
sand
,
we
trudged
back
to
the
caravan
.
Our
parents
were
going
to
kill
us
.
Grounded
for
life
?
Maybe
sent
home
early
?
Maybe
even
disowned
!
We
burst
through
the
door
,
ready
to
confess
.
"
Mum
we
?
re
really
sorry
,
"
my
sister
began
,
in
her
nervous
ramble
,
"
but
Joseph
-
he
got
attacked
by
a
dog
and
fell
down
the
dune
and
we
couldn't
find
him
and
-
"
"
What
do
you
mean
you
lost
Joseph
?
"
Mum
asked
,
eyes
wide
.
Then
came
the
voice
.
"
Oh
,
hey
guys
"
Joseph
said
,
mouth
full
of
cookie
dough
ice
cream
,
lounging
on
the
sofa
like
he
hadn
?
t
just
been
declared
missing
.
"
where
?
ve
you
been
?
"
We
stared
.
.
"
I
landed
in
a
bush
,
about
a
quarter
of
the
way
down
,
"
he
said
,
casually
.
"
Walked
back
a
couple
hours
ago
.
Thought
I
?
d
let
you
two
enjoy
the
search
.
"
I
looked
at
my
sister
.
She
looked
at
me
.
We
looked
at
Joseph
.
After
what
he
just
put
us
through
we
were
ready
to
finish
the
job
the
dune
started
,
and
take
him
out
,
but
we
didn
?
t
,
we
just
laughed
.
Because
of
course
.
Of
course
,
Joseph
would
plumet
of
a
sand
dune
,
survive
a
dog
attack
,
and
end
up
eating
ice
cream
while
we
played
detective
.
The
king
of
the
dune
had
returned
,
the
flags
back
at
full
mast
.
And
he
was
still
wearing
just
the
one
trainer
and
plastered
in
his
battle
scars
.
So
,
after
all
our
triumph
,
after
all
our
energy
and
searching
,
he
had
gone
for
ice
cream
.
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