“Who left the door open?” The yell came from the other room.
“Oh, not again. I know I closed it when I came home.”
“Well apparently you didn’t. You know what happens if it’s not closed all the way”
The Martins were still getting used to living in the magical world. You really have to watch everything you say, everything you do. You never know what will be taken literally.
Mr. Martin got up to see the damage. He knew there was nothing he could do, he’d have to call a repairman. Again.
As he turned the corner he saw his wife staring angrily at the wall where there had once been a door. And sitting on the floor before it, a small glass jar.