A whole lotta nothin'

After some deliberation, you and Fred agree that you should try the key again. After all, he's already determined that he can't turn the key. Fred stands under the doorknob, and you leap to his shoulders (being more careful with your claws this time). You hesitantly reach for the key and, as you touch it...... nothing.

Of course keys and doorknobs are meant for human hands and not little weasel paws. You struggle with it a while and finally get the knob to turn, and the door creaks open...

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