
Sentance stepped onto the bus. He walked to the middle and sat down in a very practical way. Sentance had been brought up quite well by his mother. He knew he would be regarded as quite proper in the city, but it would be worth it to see the Quote.
He had sat down next to a piece of grammar who turned to him with curiosity. "Who are you?" Asked the grammar.
"I'm sentance," said sentance, "and I'm going to the city to see the quote."
"Really?" Asked the grammer. "Me too, isn't that funny? My name's Mark by the way, Question Mark, have you heard of me?"
Sentance replied that yes, he had heard of the Question family. He thought to himself that he was glad that he was only meeting one, however- his mother had warned him that the Question family were nice enough, but too many of them together got on your nerves.