Most of the word “caution” had worn away, but something about the remnants of yellow and red gave us pause when we found the door.
I think the fact that the door clung to the base of the mountain warranted a slow approach.
Jack on the other hand, walked right up and knocked. That's how we discovered it was wood.
It had been painted in a way that looked like metal, an old trick to fool outsiders.
Jack wanted to break the door down, but I burned it instead.
We expected it to be empty until we heard the laughter.