Emily chuffed into Tidmouth late one evening to find Percy, James and Thomas laughing about something ridiculous.
She admired their friendship. The trio had been close for years.
She wanted to know what made it so special.
"James?" She asked.
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"Yes?"
"I just wondered why you are all such close friends." Emily said to him.
"Well," said James, boldly. "Thomas did help me after my brakes were on fire. He was really nice about the whole affair and, well, we just became friends since. As for Percy, he's always happy to see me- even if I'm in a bad mood -and he makes me feel better about myself."
The two tank engines felt quite pleased with this.
"Percy, what about you?" Asked Emily sweetly.
"James always helps me if I'm ever in a dilemma- even if it requires getting his paintwork filthy." Chuckled the little green engine. "And Thomas has been a loyal and great friend to me ever since I first came here." Percy explained. "Plus, they're both really funny."
Thomas and James couldn't help but feel flattered by Percy's kind words.
"Alright then we'll see what Thomas says about you." Emily challenged, looking at her little blue friend.
Thomas was silent for a moment.
"As you all know," he said, "I am an engine prone to doing the wrong thing or getting into all sorts of scrapes. But the best thing about these two is that they always know how to make me smile and laugh and brush aside my error and either forget about it or ty and make amends. They always do that willingly for me. No matter what happens."
But James and Percy were both humble and proud when Thomas spoke.
Emily could see that each engine's word was as good as the others. They had spoken their thoughts of friendship in the voices of pure honesty. She blinked tears away from her eyes. Their amity had touched her.
She went to sleep that night, marvelling at the small miracles that life had brought the world.
Like friendship.
Three engines had benefitted well from it.
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