Sandcastles and a Doodie
Mr. Gold does not like crowded places. He does not like crowded and noisy places, yet here he is at Bondi Beach. The beach umbrella provides little protection from the sun and he is certain he could pass for a broiled prawn. His wife and son are off swimming while the twins are playing in the sand. "Papa look, a sandcastle!" his little Ara chirped. He walked over to her to admire the conical castle and sing his praises. Her twin brother on the other hand appears to be munching on something brown. "Papa, Calum ate a doodie," and then Gold panicked.