I was reading Brambly Hedge to the boys this evening, and we came to the part where they found a mysterious key.
I paused the story to share an Unglamorous Observation, perhaps a bit tainted by adult skepticism: "In real life, when you find a random key, you rarely find the right keyhole; in fact, the door may not even exist anymore. But in stories, whenever they mention a key, a door always appears."
Sure enough, the very next page revealed the door. Of course, the key was a perfect fit.
"Just like in the stories!" said a small voice beside me.
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