Zosia lived on the top floor of the block. In the hallway stood a very old wardrobe. It smelled of wood and apples from her grandmother. One day Zosia heard a quiet knock, knock. The sound came from the back of this wardrobe. Zosia pushed the wardrobe away and saw a small door. The door was blue and had a silver leaf. Under the handle was a shiny key on a string. Zosia whispered: "Hello, is anyone there?" Behind the door, a quiet answer came to her: "Pis-pis". Zosia turned the key and pushed the door open slowly. On the other side was a street as if from a dream. Lanterns glowed in jars and houses whispered. Tiny trains of chalk ran on the cobblestones. Suddenly something touched her sleeve and snorted. Zosia turned and saw a shadow with ears. The shadow moved towards the tunnel of lights. Zosia clasped her hands together and took the first step.