Mavis and the Mean Lock

Mavis stood before the black iron gates at the base of Pearl Peak Mountain, begging.

‘Oh, please let me in. I have heard you’re a Mean Lock, so I’d just like to say, I am very mean.’

The gates groaned, but they didn’t open.

Mavis leaned in closer and whispered. ‘Do you like … jam? I could provide you with some special free jam. Oh no, of course you don’t care about that! You’re a gate!’