Two friends sat down with their supper steamed and shone.
Sebastian smiled and said, “Jimmy, this stew is bussin’.”
Jimmy leapt up and dove for the payphone.
“Busses?” he cried. “Why'd you call for one alone?”
Sebastian dropped his spoon. “Jimmy, quit fussin’.”
Sebastian smiled and said, “Jimmy, this stew is bussin’.”
Jimmy leapt up and dove for the payphone.
“Busses?” he cried. “Why'd you call for one alone?”
Sebastian dropped his spoon. “Jimmy, quit fussin’.”
“Who gets a bus for stew?” Jimmy asked, scanning wide.
Sebastian pinched his nose. “Jimmy, no bus for you.”
“But you said bussin’. I heard it plain,” said Jimmy with pride.
Sebastian rubbed his brow muttering aside,
“That's not what it means. Just enjoy your stew.”
Sebastian pinched his nose. “Jimmy, no bus for you.”
“But you said bussin’. I heard it plain,” said Jimmy with pride.
Sebastian rubbed his brow muttering aside,
“That's not what it means. Just enjoy your stew.”
Jimmy mashed his face to glass and swept the street.
“What if the driver’s late and cannot come to help?”
Sebastian groaned and grabbed his spoon. “Just try to eat.”
“If that bus pulls up and we’re not ready, we lose our seat!”
“There's no bus on the way,” Sebastian said, “don't yelp.”
“What if the driver’s late and cannot come to help?”
Sebastian groaned and grabbed his spoon. “Just try to eat.”
“If that bus pulls up and we’re not ready, we lose our seat!”
“There's no bus on the way,” Sebastian said, “don't yelp.”
Jimmy tried the stew and answered with a grin.
“That taste,” Jimmy said, “is worth a thousand fables.”
Sebastian nodded calmly through the kitchen’s din.
“If bussin’ means flavor, then this dinner wins?”
Jimmy blinked. “Then why are we bussin’ these tables?”
“That taste,” Jimmy said, “is worth a thousand fables.”
Sebastian nodded calmly through the kitchen’s din.
“If bussin’ means flavor, then this dinner wins?”
Jimmy blinked. “Then why are we bussin’ these tables?”
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