On a small farm, there is no school. A bus is the school. The driver of the bus is the teacher. It’s a school bus, but it doesn’t take the children to school. It just goes round from place to place, and sometimes it comes to this farm. The bus will stay here for three months. Every time when the bus comes, the farmers will come, running to it, shouting and laughing. They warmly welcome the school bus.    
    When the bus is on the farm, in the morning, the teacher teaches the small children. In the afternoon, the bigger children come to have their lessons because they must work in the morning. At night, the fathers and mothers come to school. They want to learn, too. And the farmers hope that they can have a real school on their farm.