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It was summer on the isle of sodor, and the little western was busier than ever.
Duck, Oliver, Donald, and Douglas were working harder than usual.
One night, after the passenger left for the day, the engines were resting in the yard.
"Finally, some time to rest" Oliver groaned is exasperation. Douglas rolled his eyes "for the most part, you weren't even here" he retorted. "I was having an overhaul," Oliver replied defensively "I couldn't work even if I wanted to."
"Stop arguing!" Duck snapped "you have all worked hard and there's no need to bicker about who did what." Everyone stopped arguing after that.
Donald had been unusually quiet. "Something wrong Donald?" toad asked.
"Every night I have the same dream" Donald sighed. "What's the dream about?" Oliver asked. And Donald told the other engines about his dream:
"I'm on a strange line that was unlike ours. And I have and a new driver and fireman. They were pretty young lasses. And I have a new shed near a girls-only school. They come out and polish me occasionally. There is this one wee lad from England, and were good friends. And Douglas is they're and Thomas and Percy and-"
"I think you've been working to hard" duck joked "I'm sure you'll be fine after a day of rest. And don't worry, well cover for you." "I'm grateful and thank you" Donald said smiling.
To be continued…