“Meet the royal family of Oceana!” Posey says proudly.

My mouth drops open like a drawbridge.

“Did I do it right?” Posey asks.

I gulp loudly. “To be honest,” I say, “most sandcastles do not have tiny people living inside them.”

“Oh . . . sorry!” Posey apologizes as he flings magic dust on his castle, and—poof!—the king, queen, and knight turn to sand, but now I hear a soft “meow” come from inside his castle.

Dear Posey. What have you done now?