A/N Duck's prominent in this episode so I chose him to tell it.

Hey, it's me, Duck again and I'm telling about Diesel's arrival on Sodor. He was unpleasant to us.

I was very proud of being Great Western. I talked endlessly about it. But I worked hard, too and made everything go like clockwork, which I still do.

It was a splendid day.

The cars and coaches behaved well. The passengers even stopped grumbling!

But the engines didn't like having to bustle about. "There are two ways of doing things," I told them. "The Great Western way, or the wrong way. I'm Great Western and-

"Don't we know it," they groaned. My new friends didn't appreciate my heritage, but I got it on my side, because I'm loyal to my past.

We were glad when a visitor came. He purred smoothly toward us. Though we were glad to see him at first, it was only for a while.

Sir Topham Hatt introduced him. "Here is Diesel. I have agreed to give him a trial. He needs to learn. Please teach him, Duck."

"Good morning," purred Diesel in an oily voice. "Pleased to meet you, Duck. Is that James-and Henry-and Gordon too? I am delighted to meet such famous engines."

The silly engines were flattered. "He has very good manners," they murmured. "We are pleased to have him in our yard." The big engines were flattered just because of their arrogance.

I had my doubts. "Come on," I said.

Diesel purred after me.

"Your worthy Top..."

"Sir Topham Hatt to you," I ordered.

Diesel looked hurt. "Your worthy Sir Topham Hatt thinks I need to learn. He is mistaken. We diesels don't need to learn. We know everything. We come to a yard and improve it. We are revolutionary."

"Oh!" I said. "If you're revo-thingummy, perhaps you would collect my cars while I fetch Gordon's coaches."

Diesel, delighted to show off, purred away.

When I returned, Diesel was trying to take some cars from a siding. They were old and empty. They had not been touched for a long time. Diesel found them hard to move.

Pull-push-backwards-forwards! "Oheeeer! Oheeeer!" the cars groaned. "We can't! We won't!"

I watched with interest.

Diesel lost patience.

"GrrRRRrrrRRR!" he roared, and gave a great heave. The cars jerked forward.

"Oheeeer! Oheeeer!" they screamed. "We can't! We won't!" Some of their brakes snapped, and the gear jammed in the sleepers.

"GrrrRRRRrrrrRRRRrrrrRRRR!"

"Ho! Ho! Ho!" I chuckled.

Diesel recovered and tried to push the cars back, but they wouldn't move. I ran quietly round to collect the other cars. "Thank you for arranging these, Diesel. I must go now."

"Don't you want this lot?"

"No, thank you."

Diesel gulped. "And I've taken all this trouble. Why didn't you tell me?"

"You never asked me. Besides," I said. "you were such fun being rev-whatever-it-was-you-said. Good-bye." Even as a more mature tank engine, I still sometimes show that tank engine sense of tricking or teasing. I heard what happened after I left at a later time, from another engine.

"GrrrRRRrrrRRR!" Diesel had to help the workmen clear the mess. He hated it. All the cars were laughing and singing at him.

"Cars are waiting in the yard; tackling them with ease'll

'Show the world what I can do,' gaily boasts the Diesel.

In and out he creeps about, like a big black weasel.

When he pulls the wrong cars out-pop goes the Diesel!"

"Grrr!" growled Diesel, and scuttled away to sulk in the shed.

Next, I shall tell of some trouble I had with Diesel.

A/N Duck and Diesel were the focus characters, so I had Duck tell this one.