A/N This is a Duck streak. This is how Diesel made Duck sad and, on the show, cry.

Hey, it's me, again. I shall tell you how that devious Diesel lied about me and made me sad.

Diesel, the new engine was sulking. The freight cars would not stop singing rudely at him. I was horrified. "Shut up!" I ordered, and bumped them hard. "I'm sorry our cars were rude to you, Diesel."

Diesel was still furious. "It's all your fault. You made them laugh at me." I guess he blamed me for the cars being rude because I let him take the wrong cars before. Henry defended me, as he's the nicest of that trio called "the big engines".

"Nonsense," said Henry. "Duck would never do that. We engines have our differences, but we never talk about them to the cars. That would be dis...dis..."

"Disgraceful!" said Gordon.

"Disgusting!" put in James.

"Despicable!" finished Henry.

Diesel hated me. He wanted me to be sent away, so he made a plan. He was going to tell lies about me. I found this out after he carried out his devious plan.

Next day he spoke to the cars. "I see you like jokes. You made a good joke about me yesterday. I laughed and laughed. Duck told me one about Gordon. I'll whisper it... Don't tell Gordon I told you." And he sniggered away.

"Haw! Haw! Haw!" guffawed the cars. "Gordon will be cross with Duck when he knows. Let's tell him and get back at Duck for bumping us."

They laughed rudely at the engines as they went by.

Soon Gordon, Henry, and James found out why.

"Disgraceful!" said Gordon.

"Disgusting!" said James.

"Despicable!" said Henry. "We cannot allow it."

They consulted together. "Yes," they said, "he did it to us. We'll do it to him, and see how he likes it."

I was tired out. The cars had been cheeky and troublesome. I wanted to rest in the shed.

The three engines barred my way. "Hoooooooosh! Keep out!"

"Stop fooling," I said. "I'm tired."

"So are we," hissed the other engines. "We are tired of you. We like Diesel. We don't like you. You tell tales about us to the cars."

"I don't."

"You do."

"I don't."

"You do."

Sir Topham Hatt came to stop the noise.

"Duck called me a 'galloping sausage.,'" spluttered Gordon.

"...'rusty red scrap iron,'" hissed James.

"...I'm old square wheels,'" fumed Henry.

"Well, Duck?'

I considered. "I only wish, sir," I said gravely, "that I'd thought of those names myself. If the dome fits..."

"He made cars laugh at us," accused the other engines.

Sir Topham Hatt recovered. He'd been trying not to laugh himself. "Did you, Duck?"

"Certainly not, sir. No steam engine would be as mean as that." Those big engines made me cry. I can't control my emotions sometimes, like in moments of injustice or betrayal. I hate injustice and felt betrayed in that moment.

Diesel lurked up.

"Now, Diesel, you heard what Duck said."

"I can't understand it, sir. To think that Duck, of all engines... I'm dreadfully grieved, sir, but know nothing."

"I see," said Sir Topham Hatt. Diesel squirmed and hoped he didn't.

"I'm sorry, Duck, but you must go to Edward's station for a while. I know he will be glad to see you."

"As you wish, sir."

I trundled sadly away while Diesel smirked with triumph. I cried, sobbed even, as I went to Edward's station, but Driver and him comforted me once I arrived there, in tears. I never knew why I was sent there, whether it was just a place for me until things were found out or to separate us, Diesel and me, that is.

A/N The part about Duck crying on the way to Edward's station came from how someone suspected his tear in the TV series indicated he cried and sobbed on the way there.