wasps and spoons 

     "No I dont supose so.But I would like some tea,thank you." said the man with the blueish green        
suitecase with yellow curtain fringes and musty orangeish green caseing.

  Bill was the man’s name, but his friends called him Iocaste.He was sitting in the house of a man who enjoyed playing at the
casuraul.Sooner or later an accident would happen,however,and this is what Iocaste was there for.The man who owned the house,
Ismene,was not there and Iocaste was discussing the matter with Ismene’s housemaid.

  "He said a year ago he was to let me go,him.Its been to much of a good thing, I tell you."
She said in her soft barely adable
voice.

 Iocaste decided that he better be on his way soon or he’d miss his bus.So he said his goodbyes and slowly walked out of the
building so descriptivly called a home; and made his way down the chaulky soft side-walk.

He finaly made it to the bus and relized that he had left his beautiful suitcase at Ismene’s house, but it was to late to go
back and get it,so he stepped inside the large warm, inviting bus that had been painted orange by the rain.

 Little did he know that he was being followed by a man in purpleish rust colored suit with dark silver collored shoes which
he had made himself.He was walking in a way that would dip his head below his shoulders and then push it dangerously far
above them.He had a spring in his step, yet was trying to look inconspicuous.Perhaps it didn’t help him that everybody on
the bus was wearing green colored coats and red sweat pants that were store bought,and he was wearing a grey.

 Anyway,as the bus pulled to a stop,
It had not pulled a stop since 1990, when the engine broke.  At that time, at least thirty soccer moms, bearing their childrens
water bottles were thrown, suddenly and joltingly through the windows and on to the dancing monkeys outside in the zoo.  What followed
was disastrous.  Thousands of sea lemings, accidently jumped onto the bus attacking the bus driver, they were attracted to the
rouge collar, he wore above his plaid polo shirt.  Unfortunatly one was lodged in his mullet and full of fright it began making a
nest, amoiungst his curls.

Many years later as the clan in his hair increased, like goldfish (the larger the hair the more baby lammings)one of the grandpa
lemmings accidently bite the bus driver, with a punctured medula oblongota, the bus driver released a tremendous yelp and pulled
the bus to a halt.  

 He pulled the lever which opend the door which let on a horde of new passengers (most of whom I don’t even know)
 including our beloved protaginist in his nasty knee high socks, was Iocaste.But then he decided to go home to get his pocket money
which he had left at home.

He walked down the road slowly,not realising what a disaster he had just averted.For some of the people on the bus had planned
to murder him, dragging him out on the dirt road, after stabbing him in the chest and robbing him.