It’s time for this week’s Song Title Challenge.
Write a short piece of fiction, around 300 words, using the song title as your story title but don’t listen to the song. You can pick your own genre or use the one suggested to me. Remember to link back to this post so I can find yours.
If you would like to suggest a song title for a future post, you can do so from the challenge page. You can also leave a suggestion on the Facebook page.
This week’s song is The Wheels on the Bus Go Round and Round. Only bumblepuppies could have suggested this and he decreed that it shall be Fantasy/Sci-Fi.
The Wheels on the Bus Go Round and Round
“The wheels on the bus go round and round, round and round, the wheels on the bus go round and…”
“What are you singing?”
“Oh, just something we sang back home,” said Gavin. “It’s a travelling song. Supposed to make the road go by faster.”
“Oh,” said Meredith. “Why won’t you tell me where you’re from?”
“As I’ve told you before, you won’t know it.” He shifted around on the hard seat. “Can’t these cows go any faster?”
“They’re oxen, not cows, you fool. And they go as fast as they go.” She gave the reins a little flick nonetheless. “Why so hasty, anyway?”
“I’m just used to travelling a little faster, that’s all.”
“You mean by horseback?”
“Sure. By horseback.”
“Ooh. Aren’t we lordly. Perhaps I should call you Sir Gavin.”
“Then I’ll call you Lady Meredith and slay a thousand foes in your name.”
“You’re not slaying anyone with those chicken arms, you’re not.”
Gavin looked at his arms, a hurt expression on his face. Meredith giggled. He glared at her, but then smiled and laughed as well.
“What’s a bus anyway?” said Meredith a little later.
“It’s like a carriage, but it can carry many more people.”
“What? Like twenty?”
“Sometimes even a hundred people.”
“A hundred? No carriage can carry that many people. The wheels would break. And you’d need way too many horses to pull it.”
Gavin gave one of his strange smiles, but said nothing. Meredith let him be. He went funny like this if she got him talking too much about his home. He missed it. She could tell. She wished she could help him get back, but he wouldn’t even tell her where home was.
She gave the reins another flick and the oxen trudged on. They knew the way home.
Copyright © 2014 Herman Kok
I bet you’ve never heard the song sung like this:
if all else fails...use a hammer 
You win the bet…I have NEVER heard that song sung like that! 🙂 “Mad Donna”.
Great story!
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She apparently made it into the UK top ten with that version. I can’t help but wonder if it was due to the quality of the music or because people thought it was actually Madonna who sang it.
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I’m not the only one who could have given you that title. How many millions of schoolchildren are there in the English-speaking world?
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True, but then it’s not the first thing one’s mind jumps to when you here the words “Song Title”. On the other hand, your minds seems to rarely jump to the expected or the usual. You are a rare diamond in the rough, you are 😉
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I do my best…
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