I’ve just been down to the Bus Station to meet Wilson.
His bus was quite late arriving, due to an ‘incident’ involving his lunch.
After the bus had been travelling for half an hour or so, W began to feel a bit peckish and unwrapped the lunch bag his Mum, Mrs Vermilingua, had given him for the journey.
Whether the ants were excited by being on a bus for the first time, or whether they’d been out of the fridge for too long is not clear, but the outcome is that they escaped and before Wilson could stop them, invaded the bus.
‘The other passengers made a terrible fuss about it’ he scoffed. ‘Just because ants were climbing up everyone’s legs and biting them – they’re only ants, after all!’
These ‘over-sensitive’ passengers made the driver stop the bus until the infestation was cleared up, thus causing the delay.
’Anyway, while denying all knowledge of the ants, I offered to clear them up – I ate them all as fast as I could, and saved the day! Actually, people thought I was a bit of a hero, what with being on hand to fearlessly rescue everyone!’
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