The key to…?

Last Sunday Bob and I went for an early morning walk. Trying to beat the heat that was sure to come as the sun reached higher in the sky. The only sound was birdsong and buzzing bees.

As Bob was walking in front of me he stopped along the trail. Looking down at something in the path I asked what he has found. A key.

A skeleton key! Wouldn’t it be incredible to find the lock that it fits? I’ve looked around since we found it. I wonder if it fits one of the few stone huts that have gates on them.

It looks too small to fit the old lock on the door where the chickens live.

Oh wait! It’s a Skeleton key! It must belong to him!!!