Air rippled on the desert road, swaying and jittering as though a dance-party button had been pressed

The traveler approached the bus-station, oddly bustling with people from everywhere.

At the ticket booth a duck dozed beside the service bell on the only counter.

As the traveler reached to ring it, the duck pecked at their hand.

"Bus is free, bud," came a voice, "Though donations are welcome."

"What for..?"

"The children, who else?"

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