He pulled the bus over and got up out of his seat and walked to the back of the bus to investigate. He at first saw nothing untowards, so he kneeled down to look under the seats and lo and behold there was Martha asleep on a newspaper someone had left there. He recognised her, as everyone knew Martha! She was famous in the village and glen for being the most winning hen at competitions in Scotland. She was a beauty and the pride and joy of Mr Finleyson. Ewan just laughed to himself and went back to his seat where he started the bus and then drove Martha home. When he got to Mr Finleyson's farm, Mr Finleyson was standing at the roadside wringing his hands and pacing up and down. The poor old boy was frantic! He did not know where Martha was or what had happened to her. He had feared the worse and thought maybe she had wandered out of the farm onto the busy road and had been run over! He had searched everywhere and walked up and down the road for a few miles. He had no idea she had stowed away on Ewan's bus. Ewan pulled over and opened the door and carried Martha down the two steps of the bus. When Mr Finleyson saw Ewan holding Martha, he ran towards him with both arms outstretched and literally snatched Martha out of Ewan's arms. Mr Finleyson was hugging and kissing Martha for all he was worth! Ewan looked on in disbelief at Mr Finleyson's display of affection towards a hen! He was hugging Martha so tight that her eyes were bugged out! Ewan just shook his head as he got back on the bus and thought, he needs to get out more and socialise with humans instead of hens! He then drove off to finish his round, leaving Mr Finleyson and Martha at the side of the road. Once back at the Land Rover, Mr Finleyson checked on the hens in the cages in the back and then he pulled his old, comfortable boots he always wore from under the back seat. He went round to the drivers side and got in, setting Martha down on her cushion. He took the new brogues off and carefully put them into his overnight satchel he had brought for the trip, to put his change of clothes into. He pulled on his old boots, which felt like he was walking on air. He picked Martha up off her cushion and went back to stand in the long queue of other show competitors, who were also waiting to register. He had lost his place in the queue, but it had been worth it to put on his old boots. He could not walk around all day in shoes that felt like he was walking on razors! He stood in the long queue holding Martha, who happily clucking away and taking in her surroundings.