”It’s the only key there is!” he was warned. “Be very careful!”
And yet, after a long walk along the lazy, meandering river, it was mysteriously gone.
Immediately, he turned around, retracing his steps. Nothing! Back again. And then again. It was getting late and panic was dancing over the darkening water.
When the time came to give up, he closed his eyes, took a deep breath and whispered, “Please, Spirit, show me.”
Like a miniature comet, a beam of light shot into the high grass, bounced on the tiny metal object, and joyfully threw itself into his opening eye.