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As the bus sped forwards into the dark and drumly night, Auntie Robbo's and Hector's spirits bounced higher with every bounce of their bodies on the bumpy top-front seat. They congratulated themselves on the coolness and cleverness of their escape. They marvelled at their mode of conveyance--perched so high that sometimes tree branches hit the roof, and far below the road swam and swayed as if it had been a river at the bottom of a canyon.
They had never been on a bus at night before. Auntie Robbo said it was an improvement on being in a bus by day. They bounced and beamed each other in great contentment over the twelve miles to Edinburgh.