The Story
The traveler found an enormous key ring in her Backpack. One key was gold. One was crooked. One looked suspiciously like a tiny spoon.
A helpful-looking magpie landed beside her. “Which one opens everything?” it asked.
“None of them,” she said.
The garden Gate had one key. The workshop had another. The little room where she sorted her thoughts had no visitor key at all.
A friend could enter the garden without wandering into the workshop. A family member might be welcome for tea without getting a vote on every decision. Even a beloved person didn't need a key to every room.
The magpie looked disappointed. It had hoped for something shinier. Then it stole the spoon-shaped key, which turned out to be an actual spoon.