Rebecca's Record
One morning, Rebecca was getting ready to pull the Wildnorwestern. Gordon usually does this job, but he was feeling ill. As Rebecca got ready to pull out of Knapford, she overheard some people talking. "Good grief, this pacific will get us to Vicarstown before night!" Said one. "Nonsense!" snorted the other. "This pacific is the fastest of her class, show some respect!"
"I am the fastest!" thought Rebecca "I'll prove it!" and as soon as the guard blew his whistle, Rebecca surged forwards. "Come on! Come on! Come on!" puffed Rebecca to the coaches. She picked up speed fast and soon reached a high speed. Rebecca sped through Henry's tunnel. She wooshed past James. "Mind my paintwork" He yelled. She sped past Henry. "Bubbling boilers!" He cried. And she rocketed past Diesel. "Slow down twit!" He said.
No one had ever seen a locomotive to go that fast. But then there was trouble, Rebecca's side rod couldn't handle the speed and it suddenly snapped! "OUCH!" Cried Rebecca in pain. Her driver applied the brakes but it was acting up again and even if they were working, it would take a long time to stop. Up ahead, a goods train was waiting at a red signal. "OOOHHHHHHH-EEEERRRRR!" Groaned Rebecca and she shut her eyes. Suddenly she felt herself going onto a siding. As she did, her front wheels came off the rails and thudded on the ballast. With a bump, lurch, and a crunch Rebecca came off the rails. Although no one was hurt, Rebecca not only had a broken side rod and a twisted front bufferbeam, She was completely off the rails. "I wonder what will the Fat Controller will say." she muttered.
She soon found out. "Rebecca, why were you going so fast?" Asked The Fat Controller. Rebecca explained what had happened at Knapford. "Oh dear, you got to know your limits Rebecca. Your a really useful, no matter right."
After that, Rebecca chose to go a bit slow
