The next day came, and all the buses awoke with loud yawns and whines of metal and joints as they stretched their bodies and axles out. Greg lowered after a stretch and gave a loud, but happy sigh. “No more stupid kids tagging my body! Now I can look decent to others!” He said.

“Same here!” Bergus replied. “Now, those thick Darts won’t have anything to laugh at!”

Greg drove out and looked at the sky above, the sun shining high in the sky against the orange background. “I’ve never seen the sky look so beautiful in ages. A nice, orange sun, with a palette of orange and yellows. It makes you think of the beaches in America,” He said.

“Ehm… Greg,” An awkward Bergus then said.

“What’s up?” The curious Ennivo asked, who was still looking at the morning sky.

“Your left side…” Bergus said quietly.

Greg took a look, and what he saw made him wail in anger and distraught. The graffiti was back, and this time uglier than ever. “YOU HAVE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME?!” He yelled loudly.

The other buses pulled out and looked at themselves and each other. They were once again decorated in nasty, horrible, ugly looking colours and words. They whined, moaned and cried at the terrible sights.
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Illustration and text extract from Buses 'Volume 17' story 'A Game of Tag', which can be read by following this link: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/33851222/
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