The Buses


The ticklish buses do not serve the matter well. We took it in turns to question them with sharp words and peacock feathers, but they remained silent, apart from the gentle purr of their idling engines.
  It was Platypus who first realised that their vocal chords had been removed, (ouch!), and replaced with 42 passenger seats.
   It was also Platypus who, laughingly, suggested, we move to Florida the very next day, 
   “If the buses won’t spill the beans … I suggest we scarper!” 
We did.

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