It was a dull Tuesday afternoon when I heard the bang of something metal hitting the floor in the storage room. I put down the broom that I had been sweeping the kitchen floor with, and went to find out what had made the noise.
Weaving around the many piles of feed and various gardening tools, I soon came to the door; the one that led to the goats. Unlike the usual soft bleating sound, it was completely silent. I reached to open the door, but soon realised what was wrong - there was no doorknob. I searched the wooden floor for the shiny yellow metal piece, and soon found it in a corner, hiding beneath a shelf.
I retrieved the door handle and glared at it. The little yellow metal piece in my hands was so small, but without it, there might as well have been no door at all. Without it’s magical magic, there was no way to get to the goat planet. I longed to hear my goats bleat again, so I fit the handle back into the door.
It fell.
Growing frustrated, I marched out of the storage room. I would need better lighting if I wanted to fix anything. I plunked the little handle down on the dining room table and inspected it, but there was no point - I knew nothing about doors, or any construction, for that matter. I let out a low growl, like a grumpy dog.
Owen entered the room and I yelped.
“What are you doing?”
“Uuughh, nothing. I’m just trying to fix this broken door knob. It’s the one from the goat door”.
Owen looked alarmed, “Oh dear! How are we going to feed the goats? I will call 4511!”
“No! Don’t call 4511!” I quickly whacked the phone out of his hand, “this isn’t an emergency, it’s not like it’s life or death! The construction emergency hotline is so busy already”
“It is life and death! Think of our goat children!” Before I could stop him, Owen had picked his phone up off of the floor and dialed the number. I felt defeated and stared down at my feet.
Soon the 4511 construction emergency workers arrived, dressed in their signature leather coveralls and reflective vests. They were all business, taking the doorknob back into the storage room and fitting it onto the goat door. I wondered, as they worked, if they would have difficulties due to the doorknob being magical, but it seemed like they didn’t, because after just two minutes they had finished.
As the 4511 workers left, I heard a faint bleating. A tear rolled down my cheek. Owen and I rushed to the door and easily opened it, emerging into the beautiful goat planet. Standing just before the grassy horizon, there were my kids. Owen and I knelt down on the ground as they ran to us.
Finally, we were reunited.
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