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THE KEY! THE KEY!

I raced down the hall, turned a corner,

and ran smack into my uncle.

“The key! The key, please!” I shouted,

panting. My stomach was gurgling so loudly

that I could barely hear

myself squeak.

Unfortunately, my uncle

couldn’t hear me, either.

He could hear about as

well as a block of stale

cheese. “Eh? What?

Some tea?” he asked,

cupping his ear.

“The key! The

bathroom

key!” I tried again.