🚌🦬 Bus Stop Bison #2 🦬🚌 Traditional Cache

🚌🦬 Bus Stop Bison #2 🦬🚌

Gustavo the gecko was not having a good morning....

His beloved green van, “Verde Vroom,” had sputtered to a humiliating stop halfway down Lizard Lane, smoke coughing from the hood like a grumpy old dragon. Late for work at the workshop, Gustavo slung his bag over his shoulder, muttered a few choice words, and hustled toward the nearest bus stop.

The bus was already hissing its doors open as he skidded to the curb. Flustered, panting, and slick with sweat, he leapt on board, tail dragging behind him like a guilty conscience. He barely managed to tap his transit card before collapsing into a seat between a snoring iguana and a beetle reading Wrench Monthly.

He didn’t notice the faint plop behind him.

Back at the bus stop, something small and fuzzy peeked out of Gustavo’s fallen bag. It blinked once, sneezed, and tumbled onto the pavement with a soft grunt.

A tiny bison—no larger than a thumb —stood blinking in the morning sun, looking around with quiet confusion. Gustavo had been carrying it to the workshop, where he'd been crafting a custom habitat as a favor for a friend in exotic pet rescue. Now, the miniature bison stood alone, hooves clacking softly on the sidewalk.

A pigeon tilted its head at the creature. The bison snorted.

Then, slowly, carefully, it began to trot down the street—determined, dignified, as if it knew exactly where it was going.

Meanwhile, on the bus, Gustavo sat bolt upright.

“…Wait,” he muttered, eyes wide. “Where’s the bison?!”

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Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction, written by ChatGPT. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the AI's imagination. Any resemblance to actual creatures, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.