"Once Upon a Time", just before sunset, a key was found that belonged to a long forgotten lock. Sitting in the dirt beneath a large green tree, the key was rusty and weathered with knobs that were ready to fall off at any moment.
While gathering pollen a happy, little bumble bee found the key left on the ground outside of a tree, inside a weathered footprint. Tenderly examining the key, the bee assured its' safety within the strange groove and quickly flew to his hive to get some honey.
Fluttering back minutes later, the happy bee struggled to carry a small portion of his precious life's work. Landing next to the key the bee gently lathered the knobs back onto the stem of the key with some partially formed honey. Exhausted from his new work, the happy bee settled on the ground to rest and hummed a message back to his hive, "I'll be back soon".
The sun was touching the horizon when the happy little bumble bee looked up into the sky. A tender branch came fluttering down and landed next to the key. Wrapping it around the hole at the end of the key, the bee tied a knot and began to pull the key from its' treasured spot inside the ground.
Tugging and flapping his wings, with all his might, the key refused to budge. Working hard through the night, the bee began to make slow progress pulling the key from the ground. Taking a break to rest for a few minutes, the bee looked up into the sky and saw clouds drifting across the moon, making it look like a mask. Worried it was a bad omen, the bee flapped his wings and quickly returned to his task.
Suddenly, gentle raindrops fell from the sky, and moistened the ground, loosening the key. Moving faster, the bee flapped his wings harder to remove the key. Ensuring he would not be trapped outside for the night with wet wings, the bee finally tugged the key out and laid it against the base of the tree. Rushing back to his warm hive, he rested, and waited for the storm to stop.
At last, around noon the next day, the happy, little bee was finally able to leave his little hive and return to the key. The branch had come loose, but the key was still close to where it had been left. Grasping the branch, the bee began to tug the key just above the surface of the ground.
Struggling, he pulled the key to the edge of a rock and dove into the narrow cave beneath it. Once inside he had no idea where to go until the old key began to glow. Lighting up the dark, the lock glowed in response startling the bee who dropped the key. Instantly the light went out. Spinning, flapping in circles, the scent of honey finally led the bee back to his rusty, old key. Instantly the dark lit up again as the bee grasped the key, dragging it towards the lock.
Lifting up off of the ground, the key hovered in the air and began to float towards the lock. Gently colliding with the tumblers inside, the click of the old lock vibrated and resonated against the base of the rock and threw the bee back towards the opening. Wiping wet dirt from his face and flicking it from his wings, the bee hurried back to the lock to see what waited just beyond the door.
Carefully moving through the doorway he found a set of three doors labeled "1", "3", and "5". Glowing in the dark, the key lifted up off of the ground and began to glide towards door number 5. Sliding it, the lock turned opening the door to reveal an enormous vault full of freshly made honey.
