A/N Oliver Owns Up's the basis of this story.

Hey, it's me, Oliver and this is something that happened when I was new to Sodor.

On a clear day when the sky is blue and there is just enough breeze to blow the clouds away, you can stand on the big hill above the valley and watch Duck and I far below, busily at work on Duck's branch line near the sea. We two engines are proud of our matching coats of gleaming color. I often talked about the time that Douglas saved me from scrap when I was new here.

"If it wasn't for his help," I would say. "I might have been caught when I ran away from the scrapyard and I never would've come to live here on Sir Topham Hatt's railway."

The other engines all wanted to know about my adventures.

"Amazing," remarked Henry.

"Oliver," said James, "has resource."

"And sagacity," put in Gordon.

"What does that mean?" whispered Percy.

"I think," replied Thomas. "it's about being clever and wise."

"He is," finished Gordon. "an example to us all!"

I became very puffed up in my smokebox. "Henry says I'm amazing. He's right," I whistled as I swooshed along the line.

One morning Sir Topham Hatt came to see me.

"You are doing well. Now you must learn to look after trucks."

Every wise engine knows that you cannot trust trucks, the other engines warned me, but I took no notice.

"You think I can't manage," I said huffily. "Gordon knows better. He says I'm sagacious." I dealt with trucks on the GWR, but not ballast ones.

"You may be good gracious or whatever you call it, but trucks can be troublesome and..." Duck's always had trouble saying big words.

"Say no more, Duck," interrupted Donald. "It's a pity, but the wee engine will just have to learn for himself."

I pulled some loaded trucks into a siding and pushed the empties into the chute. Then, I came back to take the loaded trucks away. But they were comfortable and didn't want to move.

"What right has he to poke his funnel in here? We want Duck! Or Donald! Or Douglas!"

"Look sharp," I huffed.

"That's not the way to speak," hissed the cars. "We'll get even."

I heard nothing. The trucks moved smoothly at first, then suddenly, I felt them push forward. Driver applied the brakes, but they were useless against the surging trucks. I found out what they said later.

"On, on, on!" yelled the trucks.

I fought hard, but they still forced me on and on. At last, the trucks grew tired.

"I'm winning," I gasped.

But it was too late. The trucks made me fall in the turntable well, just for bumping and bossing them.

I lay bruised and bemused, bunker down in the turntable well. Duck surveyed the damage.

"Hello, Oliver. Are you being a good gracious engine? Beg pardon, but we really don't like this sort of surprise. Donald and Douglas will miss their turntable until it is mended."

That evening, I was hauled gently to safety. "I'm sorry, sir," I said to Sir Topham Hatt. "I should've listened to Duck's advice. I don't feel good gracious or whatever it is. I just feel silly.". I felt bad about how I let everything go to my smokebox. I thought of Toad and wished he could've been with me when I had that coal train, but Douglas needed him that day for his work.

"Well, Oliver," replied Sir Topham Hatt. "Now you know the damage trucks can do."

"Yes, I do, sir. I look like a load of scrap iron.". I felt quite bad, then. Scrap's an awful thing to me, even now, I get upset when I hear that dreadful word. When I came to Sodor, any steam engine with a problem was scrapped on the Mainland.

"Oh, I don't think so," laughed Sir Topham Hatt. "But you do need to go to the Works to be mended."

The other engines now felt sorry for me.

"The branch line won't be the same without you," whistled Duck. "Come back soon." It was good to know he cared about me, even if it was just because I'm a fellow GWR engine. Duck's very nostalgic about our old railway.

A few days later, I did come back. My coat gleamed brighter than ever. I was a wiser engine, too and never made a mistake about trucks again. Sometimes, I was a goods engine after that, though Donald and Douglas do most of that, leaving Duck and me to pull Dulcie, Isabel and Mirabell. Isabel and Dulcie are my coaches.

A/N I did a book-show mash-up this time, so respect my Thomasverse if you review.