the little grumpy bus passenger

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Once upon a time, not so long ago, there was a little green bus, and a little pink girl. Every morning, the little pink girl and the little green bus would rendezvous at the little brick cabin, the one which often smelt of wee. The little pink girl would hop on, grunting at the bus driver as she did so. Not that she was a pig, of course. The bus driver would grunt back, even though he wasn't a pig either. And off the little green bus would trundle. Hip! Hip! Hooray! The End. And then there's mornings like this morning, with bus drivers who are ridiculously chirpy before the sun has even thought about waking up. I'm sorry, guv'nor, but which part of this face *does circular motion hand gesture around visage area* says, Please, talk to me before the moon toddles off to bed!? You may call me Grumpy and Unsociable. I call me Reflective and Not Yet Fully Awake.