The boy was amazed at the story. It seemed to him more of a myth than reality.
“And the seeds, they’re locked up and just waiting? What are you going to do with them? Are you going to plant them?” The boy began to rattle off questions as fast as his mind could come up with them. He noticed that his father didn’t seem to be listening. He was gazing off into space not focusing on anything in particular.
Then it hit the boy where the seeds were. They were in the stand that held the book of knowledge. He realized that it must have been made especially for that purpose. The pictures then must be important to the story that he had just heard. The pictures were telling the story through symbol. It was a reminder of the forgotten. He could see many of the pictures vividly in his mind. Many of the pictures he could make fit as a part of the story. Others however were still mysterious. There must be other parts of the story that he still didn’t know or understand.
When he looked back at his father he saw an outstretched hand holding a small bronze colored skeleton key.
“This,” he said, “is now yours.”