Next, Ivan the Fool and his companions came to a high gate along the road. On the one side, the fence ran so far as could be seen; on the other side, the fence ran twice as long. Shrikes used the fenceposts for their larders, such was their sharpness. So Ivan the Fool said that they could not travel any further to seek their fortunes and hung his head sadly.
"Why," said a man who was napping with his back to the fence, "I intend to pass right through in just a moment, and won't mind taking you with me."
"But the gate is locked!" Ivan the Fool cried, rattling the great iron lock on the gate. It was so big that he could only hold it in both hands.
"Never fear, Ivan," the man said, yawning, "for I am the man who can pick any lock." And he gave the great iron lock a sharp rap with the side of his hand, and it fell open as quick as you please.
"Come with me then and let us seek our fortune," Ivan the Fool cried, and the man who could pick any lock agreed. So they all set out together.