Rosie’s little mate, Charlotte, bounded across the playground before school one morning shouting “Sara! I saw Laughing Boy on the eel bus yesterday!” Whoa. Wha? The eel bus? Laughing Boy? “Slow down a bit, Charlotte.. what’s the eel bus?” “You know, the bus that takes all the eel children”.. Eh, you lost me? “The eel bus? Where did you see him?” “On the ring road in the bus with the other eel children” (silly).. Ah. The ‘ill’ i.e. disabled children.
That was when I first started to wonder about where all the eel children were taken.
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