Beauty and the Beast

As a child, my mother would tell me stories by drawing them – in the same manner I draw/tell stories on this forum. The time she told the story of “Beauty and the Beast,” she did not draw on that day (I think it was because she could not find a piece of paper around the house). Without any visual aid, I thought she said, “Beauty and the BEACH,” so I went on a totally different tangent. In my imagination, the ‘beast’ was a handsome, tall man made out of ocean waves and sea foam. When he was in a good mood, the water was warm and full of light. But when his mood darkened, the water would churn, fill with sea monsters, and the winds would howl.

(Now, I think this could have made a new, interesting story...).