I can’t believe how much treasure there is in the cave! Bales of silk, stuff-brocades, all piled together, gold and silver in heaps, and loads of money in leather purses. There is more here than my ten mules can carry! I gather up as much as I can take, and then I go to leave.
I call out, “Open, Door!”
That isn’t the magic word. “Open, Barley!”
What the devil was the password? “Open, Mustard Seed!”
The door won’t budge.
I am doomed.