Slushies, sticky fingers, and pumpkins

The bus pulled in

Children scurried into a line.

The teachers check for sleeping children on the bus.

Spot, the cat curls herself on the wooden bench outside.

Suspecting nothing.

A flurry of activity soon conspires.

My hand stretches out the window with a little plastic tray.

Full of sticky cider slushies.

That dribble down children's mouths.

They watch intently as pumpkins are dropped one by one

Into a tank of water.

"They float!", A child exclaims.

Awed by this natural phenomenon the children begin whispering in shock. 

Teachers come and go to the window 

Picking up tray after tray of slushies.

Towels, napkins pumpkins, jelly

The cat has found refuge among the empty boxes.

As the bus pulls away I feel a sense of success. 

Cider slushies aren't so sticky after all.