SIR HANDEL AND THE TURKEY
It was fall on the Island of Sodor. And all of the little engines were doing their part in helping out. It was the week of Thanksgiving.
Duncan had just returned with his last train of passengers. "Ah," he sighed "Those passengers just complain! And it's too cold! I just want to-" Skarloey angrily cut him off. "Quit complaining! It's bad enough that there's no heat in the shed, but having you complane is worse!" he announced. Sir Handel and Peter Sam were talking with Rusty.
"Duncan doesn't know when to stop." Peter Sam said. Rusty just smiled. "At least he'll get busy again tomorrow." he said.
But Duncan never got busy. His side-rods weren't moving and apparently were frozen. But regardless, he couldn't work, so Sir Handel was to take his train. Sir Handel didn't really mind.
He arrived at the station and saw some workmen standing there. "Your train will be coming soon." the workmen said. Then he heard something get buffered up to him. His driver looked back and was surprised. "Wow!" he said as he looked at the seven vans of turkey for the villagers. Sir Handel had some trouble getting started, but was eventually going good.
"Stupid turkey!" he yelled. His driver looked back. "Those vans look quite heavy. Maybe we should get another engine to help us..." he said. Sir Handel felt offended. "Another engine! Like I need one!" he yelled. His driver just thought nothing. Sir Handel just puffed on.
He arrived at the top station. He got a drink and waited for the signal. Rusty slid by with a works train. "Need some help?" Rusty asked kindly. "No thanks." Sir Handel said as Rusty rolled away. "C'mon!" his driver said as the signal changed. Sir Handel started up once again.
The turkey vans were causing lots of trouble for him. He had started to stop a few times and once the last van had de-railed. Either way, he was determined to finish. He approached the Chesil Bridge.
"Is this worth it?" he asked himself as he started over the bridge "I mean, the villagers can just get their own turkey." He puffed over the bridge and was only about a mile from the village. "Good." he sighed. But the trouble had just begun.
He had to go over a hill and then the town was right down the hill. But the vans were sick of his moaning. "Payback time!" they shouted. Then they all started pushing at him. Sir Handel felt the force. "Oh no!" he cried. He started going down the hill and saw the town in the distance. His driver put on the brakes. He started stopping, but he was still sliding. Then he stopped. His driver looked back and saw the vans were okay. Then Rusty slid up behind him. "Now do you need some help?" he asked. Sir Handel now knew he did. "Yes please!" he told Rusty, who buffered up and helped him to the station.
That evening, Sir Handel returned home. "How was the turkey train?" Duncan asked. "Fine." he answered. "Did you do it all by yourself?" Rheneas asked. "Sort of..." Sir Hanel replied, while he and Rusty just winked at eachother!