Good at running. Good at drawing.

So there I am, moseying down the sidewalk when - what is this? The bus! The bus is early! (In retrospect, it was probably the previous bus being late.) The bus is going to beat me to the bus stop!

Or so the bus thought.

I silently yelled, "I will beat you to the bus stop, bus! And then you will take me to class!" And that is exactly what happened. If you click on the picture below, you will see an accurate depiction of this morning's event.


It's hard to believe I'm human what with all the speed and wit,
KJW