Once there was a bus driver who would not kill. He braked for rabbits and squirrels anything squiggly and small. He sideswiped cement trucks avoiding barking dogs. At one point he was taken out of service after driving into oncoming traffic on McLeod Trail to avoid a swarm of mosquitoes swooping down on his windshield. Over the median he went through a red light, clipping a motorcycle policeman who had just switched his siren on.
After the bus driver got out of intensive care and was able to walk, Calgary Transit gave him another chance. His world began to clear. He became one of the star drivers of the service, obsessive about timetables and procedure. And he never lost control of his bus again. When small creatures fell into the path of his bus he went out of his way to stick to the painted lines and avoid the curbs.
There were some of regular passengers who noted the change. A smile they said would creep across his face below his mirrored shades and he would give a satisfied squeeze of the horn when the bus would bump over squirrels and kittens, rabbits and whining dogs, never wavering from his duty.