A/N Thomas will handle the first part and then turn it over to Toby, so the tram can tell of his arrival on Sodor.
Hey, it's me, Thomas again. I shall tell of the event that brought my friend Toby to Sodor and then turn it over to him so he can tell of his arrival with his beloved coach, Henrietta.
There's a line to the quarry at the end of my branch line. It goes for some distance along the road. I was very careful to whistle here in case anyone was coming. Early one morning, a large policeman was sitting close to the line. I liked policemen. I had been a great friend of the officer who had just retired.
Peep! Peep!, I whistled. "Good morning.". I expected the new officer would be friendly, too. But I was sorry to see he didn't look friendly at all. He was red in the face and very cross. I'm a friendly engine, if I've got no reason to be unfriendly.
"Disgraceful!" he spluttered. "I didn't sleep a wink last night. It was so quiet and now engines come whistling suddenly behind me."
"I'm sorry, sir", I said. "I only said good morning."
The policeman pointed to me.
"Where's your cowcatcher?' he asked.
"But I don't catch cows, sir", I said, just to be cheeky. I quite disliked this policeman, though I liked the other ones I met.
"Don't be funny", snapped the policeman. He looked at my wheels. "No sideplates, either.". And he wrote in his notebook. "Engines going on public roads must have their wheels covered and a cowcatcher in front to protect people and animals from being dragged under the wheels if they stray onto the line. You haven't, so you are dangerous", he told me.
"Rubbish!" said Driver. "We've been along here hundreds of times and never had an accident.".
"That makes it worse", the policeman answered. He wrote "Regular Lawbreaker" in his book. I puffed sadly away. My eyes welled up as I was dreadfully hurt by that rude policeman. Driver comforted me until I felt better. Sir Topham Hatt was having breakfast. He was eating toast and marmalade. The butler came in, as I later found out from Driver.
"Excuse me, sir", the butler said. "You're wanted on the telephone."
"Bother that telephone!" said Sir Topham Hatt. It was because of my trouble with that policeman.
"I'm sorry, my dear", he said to his wife. "Thomas is in trouble with the police and I must go at once. I was told about this, too.
At the station, Driver told Sir Topham Hatt what had happened.
"Dangerous to the public, indeed. We'll see about that.". That was what he had to say about what Driver said.
Sir Topham Hatt spoke to the policeman. But however much he argued with him, it was no good.
"The law is the law and we can't change it", the policeman said.
Sir Topham Hatt felt exhausted.
"I'm sorry, driver", he said. "It's no use arguing with the policeman. We will have to make one of those cowcatcher things for Thomas, I suppose."
I heard them talking about that. Once, I met a tram on the Mainland, so I knew they had cowcatchers. I asked Driver of that time what that thing in front of the tram was. I miss him dreadfully, almost as much as my siblings. Sigh, it's hard when I need a new driver, but unlike engines, they can't get overhauled. They give help, comfort and advice when needed for as long as they can and then get replaced.
"Everyone will laugh, sir," I said. "They'll say I look like a tram."
Sir Topham Hatt stared, then he laughed.
"Well done, Thomas. Why didn't I think of it before? We need a tram engine. When I was on my holiday, I met a nice little engine called Toby. He takes freight cars from the farms, but the trucks have taken over most of his work and he needs a change. He has cowcatchers and sideplates. I'll write to his superintendent at once."
I shall let my little tram friend take over now.
Hey, it's me, Toby, from the previous story. My friend thought I should tell about my arrival on his line.
A few days later, I arrived.
"That's a good engine", said Sir Topham Hatt. "I see you've brought your coach, Henrietta." Now I knew who that stout gentleman was. I was his tram, now.
"You don't mind, do you, sir?' I asked. "The stationmaster wanted to use her as a henhouse and that would never do. I loved Henrietta too much to be apart from her. Where I go, my beloved Henrietta shall go.
"No, indeed", said Sir Topham Hatt. "We couldn't allow that.".
I made the silly cars behave even better than Thomas did.
"Hey, you", said the policeman. I knew how rude he was to Thomas and hurt his feelings, once Thomas became my friend. My blue friend told me the story.
At first, Thomas was jealous, but he was so pleased when I rang my bell and frightened the policeman, we've been firm friends ever since. We're quite different, as I'm more timid and cautious than my friend and not quite so emotional.
A/N I'm not British, they are, so I use their English as much as the original show did in my country. The end's a nod to my FanFiction buddy, who says Toby's ISTJ at first and relaxes to ISTP, however he's T/F split, as he's more emotional that many IST_. My buddy says Toby and Henrietta are like an old couple to her, which I allude to by saying he loves her. Thomas being comforted when the policeman hurt his feelings was done because I'm Thomas sensitive. My buddy likes Hurt/Comfort and he was canonically sad in an era drivers are known to comfort their engines. Respect my Thomasverse.