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kids all about the alien, and the intergalactic restaurant chain, and the

mind probe, knowing that they would just laugh and shake their heads.

Sometimes the truth was stranger than fiction.

He sat on the bus, felling rather sleepy, and as the kids climbed on at

each stop and the bus lurched and squealed through town, and gradually

filled with shouting, talking, noisy kids, his mind drifted away and he

found himself in a sleek, purple flying bus. Up and up it went, high

above the clouds, and then it swooped down towards a new land, where

there were big stone castles, and flags flew, and knights in shining

amour charged across battlefields in bright sunlight…