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Show Keys for rainbow doors By Hal Noakes One day, the (rusty old critic tried all of his ancient and intricate keys and was amazed to find none of them even came close to fitting the new door in the old wall. Frustrated, he started trying some of the older doors in the wall, that, seemingly endless, danced with the colors of a trout's side. But the keys on the ring at his long round belt no longer fit any of the locks. You see, they all needed to change themselves a little when the New Door came but he had forgotten that! Tired from his exertion, he sat heavily down on a stone and proclaimed, a bit angrily, "If my keys won't fit the door any more, then there isn't anything on the other side of the wall any more!" Then, still rather proud of his logic, he drew a sort of a wall, with something like a door in it, on the sand at his feet. "Now there's the proper wall and door for me!" he cried loudly. It certainly was a unique wall and door, for the wall which he had painstakingly caused was no particular age or color. There were no sides you could distinguish clearly, and it certainly didn't have a top, bottom or ends. But, it did have a magic sort of door which was never shut and never open and which followed him wherever he- walked so that anytime he "Wanted, he could watch the nothing on the other side and describe it wherever he happened to be. Somehow j with all there was to do, he never found his way back to the old wall.... But it's just as well, and the rainbow doors really . were tired of all those clinking keys. |