Don't Let the Pigeon Drive the Bus!

In a cozy, sun-dappled park, a gleaming yellow bus stood parked next to the playground. Families enjoyed the gentle summer breeze, while children laughed and played. On the bus, the driver, Mr. Fred, was getting ready for a short break. “Everyone, I’ll be right back! But whatever you do, don’t let the Pigeon drive the bus!” Mr. Fred called out, waving his hand as he walked towards a nearby bench. As soon as Mr. Fred was out of sight, a mischievous Pigeon emerged from behind a tree, his eyes twinkling with determination. He strutted up to the children playing tag near the bus. “Hey, friends,” said the Pigeon, trying to sound nonchalant, “do you think you could let me drive the bus?” The kids giggled at the thought. “No way, Pigeon,” said a girl named Lily, her ponytail bouncing as she shook her head. “Mr. Fred said not to let you.” The Pigeon pouted, then tried a different approach. “What if I promise to be super careful? I’ve always wanted to drive a bus, and I’m a very good driver!” “Sorry, Pigeon, you can't,” another boy named Alex replied firmly, though he couldn’t hide his amused grin. The Pigeon’s feathers ruffled in frustration, but he wasn’t giving up just yet. “Imagine all the amazing places we could go! We could visit the ice cream shop, the zoo, and even a magical forest!” he exclaimed, his eyes wide with excitement. The children paused, picturing the fun adventures, but they remembered Mr. Fred’s words. “We can’t let you drive, Pigeon,” Lily reiterated. “It’s not safe.” Desperate, the Pigeon tried one last tactic. “I’ll give you all of my feathers!” he offered dramatically, spreading his wings wide. The kids burst into laughter. “You need your feathers, Pigeon,” Alex chuckled. “We can’t let you do that.” Just then, Mr. Fred returned, holding a sunhat. He noticed the Pigeon’s deflated demeanor and gave a knowing smile. “I see you’ve met the Pigeon,” he said. “Did he try to convince you to let him drive the bus?” “Yes!” the children chorused. Mr. Fred shook his head with a chuckle. “Well, I hope you didn’t give in. Pigeon driving would be quite the adventure, but not one we’re ready for! How about we all take a ride together instead?” The kids cheered, and even the Pigeon perked up at the idea of being part of the fun. Mr. Fred took his seat behind the wheel, and the children filed onto the bus. The Pigeon found a cozy spot by a window, and as the bus started moving, he delighted in the scenery along with everyone else. As they traveled through the park, one child leaned over to the Pigeon. “You know, Pigeon, maybe one day you’ll get your chance to drive. But for now, we’ll keep you company.” The Pigeon nodded, feeling happier than ever. He might not be driving, but he was part of an exciting adventure with his new friends—a journey he would treasure forever.