Suddenly the train jerked back into motion and the conductor swung up from the platform and waddled down the aisle.

"Hey! You! !" I called out as he brushed past, "Sit down?"

"I'm not really suppose to sit down on the job," he said," But ,hey, I'll tell you. It's a pretty slow night." There was silence for a while as the train rumbled along. "So, what's your line of work?" he said, eyeing the packages that were now moving around on the .

"Salesman," I said. " salesman."

One of the boxes started to shake and the head of a snake shot out of the top of one of them. I clapped the head back in but the conductor or cat or whatever he was didn't seem to notice.

"What outfit you with?" he asked fiddling with the saftey pin on his tail.

" You probably haven't heard of it.  We've been recognized by the ALBC for preserving vanishing livestock breeds. Now when I say vanishing I don't mean endangered species. What I mean here by vanishing here is poof...as in gone...as in now you see 'em now you don't. That's the kind of thing we do. Ever seen a chicken vanish?"

Suddenly all the passengers with beaks twisted their heads out into the aisle, clacking their beaks and shrieking. I

When I looked back, the conductor was gone. But the  suit was still sitting there.  Empty.

  ANSWERS  Conductor seat Chicken cat