A/N Someone told me a pop book had this story in it and I allude to that book a bit. It shows Henry teary, which makes sense to me given how sad he got in his tunnel. Lonely, too according to my show based book with this storyline in it.
Once an engine attached to a train was afraid of a few drops of rain. It went into a tunnel and squeaked through its funnel and wouldn't come out again. I, Henry, was that engine. My driver and fireman argued with me, but I refused to move. Because I'm alive, I can do that, do things like keep my brakes on or lower my steam pressue. "The rain will spoil my lovely green paint and red stripes," I said because of being a vain engine.
My conductor blew his whistle till he had more breath and waved his flag till his arms ached. However, I just blew steam at him in my tunnel. "I'm not going to spoil my lovely green paint and red stripes for you", I said. The tunnel was shielding me from what I feared, the rain ruining my paint.
Then-along came Sir Topham Hatt, the man in charge of the railway I'm part of and a father figure to us engines.
"We will pull you out", he said. I just blew steam at him.
Sir Topham Hatt made the others do the pulling, claiming his doctor had forbidden him to do so. I just stayed in the tunnel.
They tried pushing then, with Sir Topham Hatt saying his doctor had forbidden him yet again. I still stayed in the tunnel.
Then my little friend Thomas came along and was stopped.
People argued with me saying, "Look, it has stopped raining.".
"Yes, but it will begin again soon,", I said. It looked to me it was about to rain more.
Thomas pushed me several inches, but I still stayed in the tunnel.
Then, Sir Topham Hatt gave up and said "We shall take away your rails and leave you here until you're ready to come out of the tunnel." to me.
They took up my rails and built a wall in front of me. All I could do was watch my fellow engines pull their trains through the 2nd tunnel. It made me very sad because no one could see my lovely green paint with red stripes anymore. I began to cry in my tunnel, too sad and lonely to hold it inside anymore. No one was with me, apart from when fellow engines came by.
Edward and Gordon often pulled their trains through the other tunnel.
Edward, kind little engine he is, would peep and say "hello" to me.
Gordon also blew his whistle at me, but had a much different attitude, going "Poop, poop, serves you right.".
I was out of steam and too weak to answer them because my fire was out. My paint was also spoiled because I was all soot and dirt covered from that tunnel.
I wished I could overcome my fear of the rain so I could pull trains again like before.
A/N Edward and Henry are Thomas' first friends in my Thomasverse. I saw an image from a pop-up book of this story of a teary Henry and I find it fitting for such a sad and lonely engine to do that.