The Magic Door

There was a magic door.

He walked through it.

It wasn’t a magic door.

...

“Everybody concentrate,” he had said.

Everybody did so.

Someone farted.

He walked through the door.

We know how that turned out.

...

“What shall we do?”

“Send it back.”

“Okay.”

They did so.

...

Back at the warehouse, the unwrapper unwrapped it.

He scratched his chin.

He looked at the door.

He walked through it.