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But skies began to darken. Faint rumbling rolled in, not from thunder, but from the twins’ stomachs—until a distant growl actually shook the beach. Clouds, once fluffy, now churned in the west. “Storm’s coming,” their dad warned. “Let’s hit the dunes!”

Lily, armed with a bright red bucket, began sculpting towers, while Max dug moats with a plastic shovel. Between them, a cheerful seagull strutted, eyeing their snacks. “Watch it, Zeno!” Max warned, pretending the bird owed him rent. But skies began to darken

Outside, the seagull had vanished—but so had the bucket. “Oh no,” she whispered. Then, Max pointed. There, half-buried in the sand where they’d raced the storm, was the red bucket, holding a perfect seashell crown they’d saved for their castle. not from thunder