Bus journey

I was on the bus a couple of days ago, staring out of the window as we chugged slowly down the high street in the haze of a humid early summer afternoon, when I realised I was surrounded by elves. They were all dressed in black, and spoke an elvish language, and one of them was listening to elvish music. These were not Tolkeinesque elves; they were much earthier, more like a common or garden variety of elf. Perhaps they were pixies. One of them was blowing pink bubbles from its mouth.
Then I realised they were schoolchildren.
I cycle to work now.