The two ladies sitting in the front row each have a dog. Large stuffed ones. And they look like a cross between 'Spot' the dog in children's books and a dead sheep. I assume they are comforters but they appear combersome.
Meanwhile at the back of the bus, much beer is being trunken. Again it seems a pointless exercise. With 3 hours between pit stops my tanken would not be big genuf. At least there is no raucous singing.
Perhaps if they got together we could put on a show to pass the time: "The Singing Ventriloquist Dogs" with such favourites as "fifteen gottles of gear on the wall".
As you can see, this bus trip has gone on far too long.
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