A Story for the Telling

A fun little piece of fiction;

Brakes screeched, briefcases fell, passengers collided, and from outside of the bus came an inhuman bellow. Henry looked up to see who might have pulled the next stop is mine cord hard enough to make the driver lock up the brakes.  No one was moving from their seats.  The bellow came again. Getting to his feet, Henry kicked aside purses, briefcases and diaper bags as he made his way down the center aisle until he could see out the front windows.  On the front of the bus was a carrier for bicycles. There was no bike in the carrier; rather a panic stricken black and white cow raised its head, looked through the window at Henry - and bellowed yet again.  The angry mood inside the bus was swept away by laughter as the passengers realized they had gained a story they could tell for the rest of their lives.