Last Sunday, Mamat asked his father to take him to the beach. His father, Mr Baba, who need not work on that day, agreed to. They decided to walk to the nearest beach, Paradise Beach, which was just a stone’s throw away from their wooden cabin.

          After a 10-minute walk, they reached their destination. There was so-one on the beach except them although it was a lovely morning. Mamat looked around and saw a small yellow pail and a spade lying on the beach. He picked them up and asked his father to build him a sandcastle. Although Mr Baba was not interested in building sandcastle, he still did what his son asked because Mamat was his only child and he did not want to disappoint him.

          It was a sunny day. Out near the shoreline where Mr Baba squatted, there was no shade from the sun which shine strongly and making Mr Baba sweat buckets. This was the first time Mr Baba was building a sandcastle. He did not know how to build one and his first few attempts kept collapsing. While Mr Baba was brainstorming on how to build a better sandcastle, his son, who was sitting relaxingly under the shade of a tree and holding an battery-operated fan in one hand shouted, ‘ You have to use some more water, papa! ‘

          Mr Baba took a pail of water from the sea and continued his work. It took him quite a long time to finish his work. Finally, his task was done. He was very pleased with it. He had constructed three towers for the castle, complete with turrets and tiny windows. He showed the sandcastle to Mamat. The 5-year-old boy was ecstatic and extremely excited.

          ‘Thank you, papa! Go and have a drink. I left some fresh coconut juice for you,’ said Mamat to his exhausted father, even though he had finished the coconut juice.

          As soon as Mr Baba walked away, Mamat shouted loudly, ‘I’m a gigantic Godzilla. Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!’ Although he thought that the sandcastle was really beautiful, he stomped on it and destroyed his father’s hard work while roaring, ‘RawrrR! I! Am! Godzilla!!’

          Mr Baba was angry when he turned around and saw Mamat flattening his masterpiece. He scolded his son for not being an obedient boy. Mr Baba swore to Mamat that he would not bring him to the beach anymore. Both of them went home in silence, the little rascal meekly walking a few steps behind his father with guilty and grief.