Narrator: "Hello, I am the Narrator, and I am going to tell you a story about trains, and ponies far apart, but before we commence, let me tell of the history. The Falmouth Railway's fleet is mainly consisting of steam. American, and British alike. Serving for twenty-three years, and still in service. Anyways our story begins at Penny-worth Station, Brian, a Pannier Tank engine, and Jason, a 0-6-0 both being British types, also sharing the same livery of black, were waiting for Lightning an American 4-6-4 With a small tender sitting on a ridged frame, with a 4-4-0 Head light, painted in black and blue, pulling the express from Falmouth the Penny-worth Station, but was around fifteen minutes late."
Brian: Where is Lightning, he's late once again. The managers time table is rattling us to rivets.
Jason: You're right, Lightning must be clocking it around sixty.
Black smoke was bellowing a couple miles down the mainline, and a whistle blows across the valley. The Roaring thunder of the rails and pistons could be heard very clearly, Lightning was speeding closer and closer to the station slowing down rapidly. Finally, stopping at the station between the others.
Lightning was panting and exhausted from the journey.
Brian: What took you so long?
Lightning: This new schedule is tight! I must go over the speed restriction to be a couple minutes late, at least!
Jason: Well we can't do anything about it while the Mangers away on a vacation!
Brian: At least he is coming back next week…
Lightning glanced at the clock.
Lightning: Oh well you look at the time, I am late once again, anyway see you later.
Lightning started his journey once again pulling the line of coaches with a jolt. Brian and Jason went back to work as lightning went down the main line.