About ten years ago, my wife and I left home and took a trip to the Grand Canyon in Arizona. I didn't like to carry all my keys in my pocket during a long walk so I took off the car key and left the rest in the car. We came back, and I put the key somewhere in the car without tying it to the key ring. We made a fire and went to sleep in the back of the SUV.
The next morning, we were cleaning up our campsite when I saw a magpie (喜鹊) inside my car. It was the only time I had ever seen a bird of any kind inside the car. I walked over, and it flew away. When we got in the car to go home, I couldn't find the key. We searched and searched, even emptying out the car completely, but it was gone.
Then it hit me. The magpie must have taken it. After all, they were known for stealing shiny things to make their nests nicelooking. Keys were shiny. The magpie was the stealer! It made perfect sense to me. So, I set out in search of its nest.
The next problem：As everyone knows, the Grand Canyon is quite large. So I didn't like my chances of actually finding a certain nest belonging to a certain magpie in a certain tree in all that space. But what other choice did I have?
My wife was not encouraging. She said, "Are you crazy? You'll never find it! The Grand Canyon is the biggest hole on Earth!"
I didn't say a word and marched purposefully onward. I tried hard with hope as I searched dozens of trees and tracked every singing bird. Two hours later, I finally gave up and returned to the car only to find my wife relaxing in a chair, drinking a hot cocoa and wondering why she married me. The next challenge was making out how to get a new key made.
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Luckily, another family came through the campsite.
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I didn't know who put it there－maybe I or maybe my wife
