Bus Schedule Showdown

I marched down the sidewalk to catch the cross-town breeze and found a slick plastic bus timetable taped to the bus stop bench. It was flapping wildly in the wind, daring to mock my sense of direction! Retreat? Never! I bounded onto the wooden bench slat, flared my elbows, and stomped down hard with both oversized flippers right onto the bottom edge. Whoosh! The gust tried to rip it out from beneath me, but I braced low into an unyielding crane stance. The fluttering paper flattened into complete submission under my soles, revealing the entire bus route line. Victory!