Oz sat on the sand, his strawberry blonde head, which currently looked kind of green bent over in concentration. His small fingers plucked at the toy guitar’s strings, in what he hoped sounded kind of like a song. Every now and again he’d look up at the waves, maybe for some kind of inspiration.
On one of these such glances he noticed a pretty little red headed girl standing in his line of vision. She was looking down at him. Oz cleared his throat hesitantly.
“Hello” She smiled. She had the sweetest smile Oz noticed.
“Hello” This got Oz kind of stuck; he wasn’t really that great at carrying on conversation. Luckily for him though, she seemed happy to continue, despite the fact she spent the entire time blushing.
“Your hair, it’s green” Oz smiled sheepishly and ran his hand through his hair.
“Chlorine” he explained The girl smiled, she seemed to be doing a lot of that.
“I think it’s cool” Maybe I should dye my hair more often Oz thought to himself. Noticing Oz’s obvious lack of social skills she sat herself down next to him and continued.
“You play the guitar?” she asked nodding at the little guitar he held in his hands. Oz blushed.
“Not well.”
The little girl smiled again and stood up.
“Do you want to go for a swim?” Oz carefully laid his guitar on the sand and nodded. This earned him another priceless smile. Within moments they were both running screaming into the waves, holding hands. Every time a wave came in Willow (I hope you realised it was her from the beginning), would shriek and grip Oz’s hand tighter. Of course Oz had absolutely no objection to this. After a time Willow seemed to get bored of shrieking and running from waves and suggested they build a sandcastle. Carefully they both constructed turrets and pathways and a huge moat around the outside of the castle.
The sunlight was starting to fade as they finally completed the massive artwork. They both sat back on their heels and admired their castle.
“It’s just like the one in The Wizard of Oz!” Willow exclaimed excitedly. Oz grinned. He’d just found his new favourite movie.
“You can be the King,” said Willow “And I’m going to be the Queen”
“Does that mean we’re married?” Willow nodded “Does that mean…” Oz’s voice dropped to a whisper “I have to…kiss you?” Willow frowned and blushed profusely before nodding her head again. Oz’s cheeks went bright red, but he leant over and kissed her carefully. Willow smiled, still very, very red. Willow frowned again
“I just realised I don’t know your name!” Oz smiled
“My name’s Daniel Osbourne… but people usually call me Danny”
“Osbourne? Like the Wizard of Oz?”
“Just like that”
“How old are you King Danny?”
“I’m…” Oz held up six fingers “this many” Willow frowned.
“I’m only five, do you think I’ll ever be as old as you?”
“I think you will” This seemed to cheer Willow up considerably.
“What’s your name?” Oz asked shyly Suddenly a pair of very long legs appeared in front of them, and a woman leant down and took hold of Willow’s hand, helping her to her feet.
“There you are sweetheart, come on let’s go home, say goodbye to your little friend” Willow leaned over her shoulder as they walked away.
“Bye Danny” Oz stood up “But I don’t even know your name!” he called frustratedly, but she couldn’t hear him. He sat down resignedly on the sand and stared after her retreating back.

“Who is that girl?”