In bewilderment I looked around the room, fearing I would find a tall person or large man in hiding or maybe even something else… While I was looking away from the door around the room, it happened. It hit the ground as if a Buddhist munk had just hit a large brass gong. The noise came directly from the front of the basement door. I looked around the door and the large ring that had been in the knocker of the door had fallen. This was small in comparison to what I saw as I looked up from where the ring had fell. The knocker holder, in the shape of a lion had come alive and I stared for a while. In an irritated tone, like the one I had heard earlier the knocker said, “Do you not know it's rude to stare lad?’ ‘Have you never seen a talking door knocker before?” “Well no I said in an unsure and sheepish tone,” slowly backing away from this fantastic site.
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