. . .
The jamlessness is burning!
He has to get out of there. He must!
The little wooden boy pounds fervently on the door to Hans’ pantry. He’s hoping the farmer will come.
Only: there’s no door to Hans’ pantry!
The nonexistence of the pantry door explodes in flames.
“Noo!” wails the wooden boy. It is backed into the corner.
Then Hans is there.