Lexus followed a grassy path and pulled up down a hill. Mr. Assistant laughed loudly, "You guessed right, there is no airports here."
Mr. Assistant looked at the gate and asked, "How can we enter the castle?" The entrance of the castle protected with a portcullis that a big basket hung from it. Uncle Larry looked the basket closely, it filled with dried fruits of the lotus tree. Uncle Larry murmured, "Senjed, Senjed is the Persian word for dried fruits of the lotus tree." Mr. Assistant stared at Uncle Larry, "Senjed!!!"
Uncle Larry said to himself, "Iranians put Senjed on the Haft-seen table." He recalled a fragment of Parmis's message that said I love two things: Haft-seen table and Iranian stories. Uncle Larry's mind rolled back to all Iranian stories that he had heard of Little Parmis. Suddenly his eyes sparkled, he took a deep breath and recited a spell, "Senjed, Senjed Baz sho." All at once, the iron gate raised. Mr. Assistant's eyes grew large. Uncle Larry looked at google maps, the first marker was removed from the map.