The Chicken Bus

“Do you know why they call it a ‘chicken bus’?” Cole knows this one.

“They carry their chickens in it?” Anna shrugs her shoulders.

“Well, that, too, but the main reason is when two buses meet on the street, it’s like playing chicken – like me and my friends do on our bikes sometimes. Or like when we have a staring contest.” Cole puffs out his chest. “I know some stuff, too.”

“Sure, you do,” Anna says. “But that sounds pretty dangerous – and stupid,” Anna says. “Anyway, I always win the staring game.”

“Just get on the bus,” Cole rolls his eyes.

“Will you save me from the chickens, Cole?” Anna brushes passed Cole…