McKee's jungle animals, who look like stuffed toys, spend their time making sand castles on the beach-and on the back of the beachkeeper, an odd creature who, you'll soon discern, needs only the castle/hump to be a camel. And that of course is what he does become on the day that the tide goes out for good and he can no longer wash off the sand, as was his custom. As for the other, pyramid-shaped castles on the beach, they become tourist attractions after the animals retreat to the jungle; ""people. . . look at them and wonder how they were built."" But McKee's few grains of inspiration just never pack down, and what might have come off as a passable joke on the camel is buried here under those larger cones of sand, which resemble neither pyramids, castles nor natural configurations.