Once upon a time there was a little bus in the world. He was bright red and lived with his mom and dad in a garage. Every morning all three of them washed their faces, refueled with gasoline, oil and water, and then carried passengers from the village to the big city by the sea.
There and back, there and back.
The little bus often made this journey during the day, but it did not have to travel late at night. In addition, he was very afraid of the dark. And so his mother said to him:
- Listen to a story! A long time ago, the darkness was very afraid of buses. And one day her mother told her: “Don't be afraid. If you are afraid to go out in the evening to shroud the world in darkness, people will never know that it is time to sleep. And the stars won't know it's time to shine Come on, be brave!”
And now the darkness, which had been hiding behind the back of the sun all day, began to slowly descend on the streets and houses. Buses scurried back and forth across the city. Darkness plucked up courage and descended a little lower. The lights were already on in the streets, and the bus drivers also turned on the lights in their cars.
Finally, darkness enveloped the whole city, but before she could recover herself, a bus rushed through her, humming on the go. What a surprise! But she liked it. Perhaps a little ticklish, but a lot of fun.
Then several more buses sped through the darkness.
The lights were on, people on the buses bought tickets, sat down, got up - in a word, they had a great time. Later, when the moon came out, the darkness played hide-and-seek with the houses. And in the morning the sun rose again and sent the darkness home to my mother. But now the darkness was no longer afraid of buses.
When the mother bus finished her story, the little bus said:
- Okay, I'll go.
The driver came, started the engine, turned on the light, people came, sat down, the conductor rang the bell, and the little bus drove straight into the darkness towards a big city by the sea.
Once upon a time there was a baby bus. He was bright red in color and lived with his dad and mom in the garage. Every morning, all three washed, refueled with gasoline, oil and water, and then drove passengers from the village to the big city by the sea.
Back and forth, back and forth.
The baby bus often made this journey during the day, but he did not have to drive late at night. Besides, he was very afraid of the dark. And so Mom told him:
- Listen to a story! A long time ago, the darkness was very afraid of buses. And one day her mother said to her: "Don't be afraid. If you are afraid to go out in the evening to envelop the world in darkness, people will never know that it's time to sleep. And the stars won't know it's time to shine. Come on, be brave!"
And so the darkness, which had been hiding behind the sun all day, began to slowly descend on the streets and houses. Buses were rushing back and forth through the city. The darkness gathered courage and descended a little lower. Lights have already been lit on the streets, and bus drivers have also turned on the lights in their cars.
Finally, darkness enveloped the whole city, but before she could come to her senses, a bus rushed through her, buzzing on the move. What a surprise! But she liked it. Perhaps a little ticklish, but very fun.
Then several more buses raced through the darkness.
Lights were on in them, people on buses were buying tickets, getting on, getting up — in short, having a great time. Later, when the moon came out, the darkness played hide-and-seek with the houses. And in the morning the sun rose again and sent the darkness home to Mom. But now the darkness was no longer afraid of buses.
When the bus mom finished her story, the bus baby said:
- Okay, I'll go.
The driver came, started the engine, turned on the light, people came, sat down, the conductor gave a call, and the small bus went straight into the darkness to the big city by the sea.