“Here we go, now.” My companion had a huge smile, almost a laugh.

I will admit that I was a bit bedazzled with all of the bright lights and the vertigo-inducing twirling of the people.

And then I saw the funny little vehicle.

It stopped. A door opened and people started to pour out.

And more people.

And more.

I began to laugh. Of course there would be a clown car.  I should have known.

After the last of them had dissipated into the surrounding crowd, my companion pulled me forward towards the waiting tiny vehical.

“This is our bus.”

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Word count = 100

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