Chapter 2: Rosie
Written by Henryandbrunodude1234
1941
The Second World War was spreading to the island of Sodor. All passenger services were mostly stopped, and goods services became less of a priority. Military bases began to be built all around the island.
The work they had been doing was becoming less of a priority over the work for the Sodor Army.
But back then, there were only six engines on the north western railway: Thomas, Edward, Henry, Gordon, James, and Percy. There was a lot of work for the small group of engines. To help out, Sir Topham Hatt loaned an American engine to help out on the railway.
James and Percy were waiting at the station. "But James!" Percy argued. "You wouldn't have anything to carry if not for me! I'm more important!" James said nothing to that.
They heard an unfamiliar whistle. They saw steam rising above the trees. "Oh no!" James screamed. "They're here!" All the soldiers in the station got at guard while James panicked and ran to the back of the station.
But it weren't the enemies. It was a deep red painted tank engine. She rolled up to Percy. "What is everyone staring at?" the engine whispered. Percy burst into laughter. "James thought you were here to kill us! He ran away screaming like a baby!"
James slowly emerged. "It was a scream of concern!" he protested. "If it were here to kill us, than I would be a hero!" The red tank engine giggled.
"My name's Rosie", she smiled. "I've come all the way from America to help out".
"Welcome to the team Rosie!" Percy cheered.
Rosie was a vital asset to the railway. One day, she had quite a big adventure.
Rosie was on her way back from Wellsworth. All of a sudden...
BAM!
"They're here!" Rosie screamed and started running away. She was going so fast that she lost control and derailed right into a bed of roses. The enemies searched all around but didn't find Rosie because her paint blended in with the flowers.
She was there for hours before they left. Henry found her soon after.
"You really are like a rose, Rosie!" he chuckled. Rosie chuckled too.
1945
The war was finally over. All though everyone was glad the war had ended, they were sad to see Rosie go.
"If I ever need any help on my railway", Sir Topham Hatt had told her, "I will make sure that you can come to help out". Rosie smiled. She couldn't wait to come back to Sodor and be with her friends.
1967
But now it seemed less likely than ever. Rosie sat in the scrapyard, thinking back to the good times. Her paint was now black. She hated black. The number '37' was painted on her side.
The two evil diesel shutters piled in cheekily. "Number 37?" they called. Rosie sighed.
"Here", she called. The diesels began pulling her away to where they did the scrapping. They were stopped by they're boss.
"This one's not for scrapping", he told them. "She was just purchased by a man named Sir Topham Hatt for his railway".
Rosie gleamed happily.
Duck had been sent to work on his new branch line and Rosie would become the new shunter at the big station. She got back her red paint along with the letters NWR on her sidetank. She where's her old scrapyard number (37) with pride.