A house down the street was infested by beanstalks from a can of magic beans. The beans had sprouted from the basement and began pushing their way skyward. What stood out about the house, besides the growths, were twelve tabby kittens mewing at the front bay window.

Curiousity got the better of me and I went inside. Only one room was clear and it was host to a humble wooden chest of drawers. My acquaintance from work came in and opened the top drawer revealing disgusting amounts of cash. There were stacks of bills with wrappers saying $10,000 which is like two hundred euros the way Bush has bungled the economy. Upon further inspection I figured she must have a small fortune socked away for a rainy day which explains why she puts up with working for Usury, Inc. because she can pick up and leave at any time. Now I was tempted to snag a few fistfuls of money but honestly had the better of me.

I went downstairs and discovered a door laying on the floor. When I opened it I saw that there was a passageway behind it. Upon further investigation I learned I could pick up the door and place it anywhere and find a completely different passageway leading someplace dark. Images of escherian locales and hideaways teased me. Yet every time I put the door against a reasonably large flat surface and opened the portal the stairs would be in the right place without any topological wackiness. The door, or whatever intelligence was controlling the door, was much smarter than me. Or at least my subconscious is considerably more clever than my dazed waking mind attempting lucidity at night.