A/N A Bad Day For Sir Handel's the basis of this.

Hey, it's us, the narrow gauge engine. I, Sir Handel, shall tell about a bad time I had once.

Skarloey and Rheneas work on the railway that weaves around lakes and along mountainsides. Their coaches are filled with visitors and the engines are proud to run the line come rain or shine. The engines will never let their passengers down, but they are old and they tire more easily. Their drivers understood this and they spoke kindly to them.

"There's more than enough work for both of you on this railway. The manager is sending two more engines to help us run the line." Skarloey and Rheneas told Peter Sam and me about this, because we were the engines.

Skarloey and Rheneas were pleased with this news and promised to give the new engines a big welcome. When we arrived, we found we had much to learn. I was homesick, due to missing Granpuff and in a dreadful mood.

"What a small shed!" I grunted. "This won't do at all! We're much too good for this old shack!"

"I think it's nice," said Peter Sam.

Hah!" I replied. "What's that rubbish?'

"Shh!" said Peter Sam. "That's Skarloey. He's famous. " And then he whispered to Skarloey. "I'm sorry, Skarloey. Sir Handel is upset now, but he's quite nice, really."

Skarloey felt sorry for Peter Sam.

"Now, Sir Handel," said my fireman. "I will get you ready for work."

"I'm tired! Let Peter Sam go, he'd love it!"

"No, you're first."

I puffed off to fetch my coaches. I didn't like the look of them at all.

"Whatever next? Those aren't coaches, they're cattle cars!"

"WOO!" screamed the coaches. What a horrid engine!"

"It's not what I'm used to," I clanked. The Mid-Sodor coaches were quite different and I was in a mood.

I rolled up to the platform just as Gordon arrived.

"Hello, who are you?' He was the first big engine I met up with on the rails after arriving at my new home.

"I'm Gordon. Who are you?"

"I'm Sir Handel. I've heard of you. You're the express engine! So am I, but I'm used to new coaches, not these cattle cars. Do you have new coaches? I see you do. We must have a chat. Sorry, I can't stop. We must keep time, you know."

Gordon was speechless! Clouds of steam filled the air as I huffed and puffed along the line. I was still cross when we reached the top station. I was hoping for a rest, but Driver thought otherwise.

"We'll leave the coaches now and fetch some cars from the quarry."

"CARS?!" I snorted. "CARS? I won't, so there!"

I was about to cause a great deal of trouble. Part of it was me coming off the rails.

"Told you," I said.

By the time the workmen came to rescue me, I was feeling rather silly. To make matters worse, there stood our controller. His message to me was blunt and brief.

"I shall talk to you later."

Then he and the fireman left with Peter Sam. I was feeling sillier still.

"Come on", said Driver. "Let's get you back on the rails."

When I crawled home, I found my controller waiting for me.

"You're a very naughty engine!

I hope I can trust you to behave when you next come out of this shed."

After hearing that, someone was sure I would. "Aren't you? Sure I behaved myself, that is.

A/N Sir Handel's not that easy for me to write, but respect my Thomasverse if you review.