Harry discovered a new skill while on the beach – digging. Not the kind of digging he does at home, where he’ll dig until he finds a stone of the desired size, then stop and run into the house with his bounty, ever so pleased with himself. No, this kind of digging was more frantic, more manic, and the purpose is still a mystery to us.
Harry was having a great time digging until the waves, which were steadily creeping up the beach, suddenly swallowed up his hole, right in front of his nose. Harry was aghast, where had his hole gone? He ran round in circles a couple times, a look of complete disbelief on his face. Who had stolen it? Where had it gone? What happened to MY hole?
Harry started to dig another, this time with much more determination, and when eventually he was satisfied it was the right size, he laid claim to it. No one was going to steal this hole, at least not while he had his head in it.