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we’,
said Tommy in a voice that showed his anger.
     
    ‘Because this
bus has no facilities for the disabled’, the ignorant conductor
said.
     
    ‘Lift him on
board and sit him in one of your seats then’, Smithy replied in a
sarcastic tone. ‘You can then fold up the chair and put it in the
baggage area’ he insisted.
     
    ‘That’s more
than my jobs worth’, the conductor said as he rang the bell to
start the bus on its way.
     
    The bus left
with the conductor grinning through the back window in a
self-satisfied sort of way.
     
    ‘Can you beat
that’, Smithy said still showing his anger.
     
    ‘Don’t let it
worry you, I get that type of treatment all of the time from prat’s
like him’, Tommy said looking a little hurt.
     
    ‘What do we do
now’, Smithy asked looking a little lost for a suggestion.
     
    ‘Well I suppose
I could try out my special powers to see if I can arrange
transport, but we had better get out of sight before I do’, Tommy
replied.
     
    ‘What a good
idea’, Smithy said as he grabbed the handle of Tommy’s wheelchair
and started pushing him in the direction of the path that led back
to the canal.
     
    The boys decide
that they should go halfway under the bridge which would put them
out of sight from both sides of the bridge, which would allow them
to hear if anyone approached from either direction.
     
    ‘Right’, Tommy
said as he concentrated on his task.
     
    Within seconds
Tommy’s wheelchair turned into what can only be described as a
‘Noddy Car’. It was bright yellow and red with over large
headlights that looked like a pair of eyes, and large wheels that
seemed four sizes too big.
     
    ‘Wow’, Smithy
said in complete surprise at what stood before him.
     
    The car
disappeared as quickly as it had arrived leaving Tommy back in his
familiar old wheelchair.
     
    ‘What was
that’, Smithy asked.
     
    ‘I don’t know’,
replied Tommy. ‘I can’t seem to concentrate my thought’s, all sorts
of things go through my mind when I try to produce something. For
some reason I started to think of Toy Town and Noddy. Don’t ask me
why’, Tommy added.
     
    ‘Why did it
disappear so quickly’, asked Smithy. ‘I would have loved to have
taken it for a spin’.
     
    ‘That’s another
thing’, Tommy said. ‘As soon as I stop concentrating the things
disappear again’.
     
    ‘Let’s try it
again’, suggested Smithy in anticipation of driving a super cool
sports car.
     
    Tommy once
again got his thoughts together and started concentrating on his
task. Instantly his wheelchair changed into another vehicle, again
not quite the super sports car that Smithy was expecting. This time
Tommy was seated in a clown’s car, the type you would see at the
circus. It was bright blue and red, had no top on it, and its
headlights were dangling out of their sockets on springs bouncing
up and down with every movement made. Steam spurted out of the
radiator cap on the top of the bonnet and all of the doors fell off
as soon as Smithy touched it. Again no sooner had it appeared than
it disappeared leaving Tommy looking very frustrated.
     
    ‘This is no
good’, said Tommy. ‘I can’t seem to concentrate on anything for
more than a few seconds, and even then it produces nothing like I
want it to.
     
    ‘Never mind’,
said Smithy. ‘What we really need is something that you can really
see to concentrate your thoughts, and I’ve got just the thing’.
     
    Smithy started
feeling in his inside pocket and brought out a rather crumpled copy
of his favourite magazine ‘ DYNAMO MAN’. Smithy fumbled through the
pages until he came to his most favourite page showing ‘Dynamo
Mans’ latest equipment.
     
    ‘Look at this’,
Smithy said as he looked down in envy at the picture of ‘Dynamo
Mans, sports car ‘Dynocar’. ‘Isn’t it lovely, it is completely
    computerised
and needs no manual operation. You just tell it where to go and it
takes you there. It travels so fast that