the bus driver who left his oven on

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Once upon a time, somewhere in rural England, a bus driver speedily drove his bus down country lanes. The passengers were slip-sliding around on the posh leather-ish seats. They trembled with fright. Can you see them trembling, little one? Why, oh why, was the bus driver going so fast? Had he left his oven on? No. Was his bath overfilling? No. Is his wife in labour? No. Does he have a train to catch? No. I see you shaking your head, little one. Shall we turn the page and find out why the bus driver drives so fast? Oh, look! It's because he's an Idiot Boy Racer! Look at his miserable face! The End. {this is partially true ... he isn't actually speeding, but he's confident enough in his driving skills to go at the top end of his limit and take corners without slowing much ... I am the only passenger trembling, and my thighs are getting a thoroughly good workout as they keep me attached to this seat!}