“We caught the ticklish buses
in an Eastern Madagascan head hold and the buses
immediately relaxed, knowing there was no way out”
– quote from”The Bus whisperer” by Karl Gustav James Conrad Jenkins the third. published by Penguin Books 1945
There was a gold-rush on and the Fox, bare faced liar that he is, sweet as mercury, ripe as freshly dropped fruit, ancient as a moon crater, watched from behind the stone wall.