Boarding the Southern Express

A vintage yellow tram glided to a halt right before my platform, and its broad step unfolded like an open invitation! With my token claimed, I took a running roll straight off the shelter bench, vaulted over the wooden threshold, and bounded onto the ridged floorboards of the passenger car. Right on the corner bench sat a souvenir paper bag stamped with a vivid green toucan. Gathering maximum plush momentum, I slammed my curved flank against the sturdy paper fold, wedging myself firmly into the sunlit window nook. The bell gave a loud clanging chime, the wheels hummed over the iron rails, and my rolling campaign across the city surged forward into brand new southern territory!