Or a killer whale?
They ask with wide, excited eyes.
Eyes that can view the universe with imaginations that match its size.
She is making something and her parents must guess what the mound-like creation is.
But a single clue: dragons live here.
The child is running naked along the shore, screaming in delight.
The joy is mesmerising, the freedom enviable.
A child is to be unknowing of any presence of inhibitions.
An adult is to be aware of releasing them.
Oh to be naked in the sand.