it was a splendid day on the island of sodor the birds where singing and even the engines were not grumbling about dirty siding's at all.

at alsbrergh the small engines where talking about there incident's when they where interrupted by a whistle.

toot-toot. went Douglas.

help, me! och nae not again, ouch. Douglas groaned in pain.

then there was trouble, the buffers did indeed stop him but he had derailed and his tender had smashed into the supports of the ballast hopper.

och oh no. Douglas said with a groan.