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Heroic Engines: Part 1Smudger to the Rescue
One evening, the little engines were resting in the sheds. The skies above them had turned a murky grey color.
"The winter will be here soon," said Edward Mann in a worried tone. "Once the snow falls, it'll be much more difficult to get around."
"I hate the snow," shivered Candy. She was weaker than the other engines, so she had much more trouble pushing through the snowdrifts.
Just that moment, the Little Controller arrived. "Your new snowplows will be arriving at the harbor tonight," he said, "so I want you all to go there now, so we can start work early tomorrow. We can't let the weather delay us."
"Yes, Sir," they all replied, and they scurried off to the harbor.
When they arrived, the sun had already set, and a full moon illuminated the harbor waters. The harbor ran on a special dual-gauge line, so both little engine and big engines could run on the same track.
The engines backed into a siding, waiting for their snowplows to arrive. Just then, Smudger
Valley Engines: Part 4Fire Play
It wasn't long before Smudger and Edward Mann had finished their jobs and pulled Lewis free of the hole, and the following morning, they went back to their own shed to do their own work.
Later in the day, they came back to the Site. All of the open trucks had been covered by tarpaulins to prevent their dangerous content from leaking out. Edward Mann, having done the same work before, was put in charge.
Listen, he said to Smudger and Candy. No bickering from the two of you today. Candy, you and I will take the open wagons. Smudger, follow up with the tankers. We'll shunt our trucks onto the upper pear, and the crane will lower them onto the barge from there.
And what about Lewis? asked Smudger.
Don't listen to anything he says, Edward said grimly. You have your orders from the Little Controller, not him. If he harasses you, ignore him and report him to me.
Edward and Candy buffered up to their trains, and puffe
Valley Engines: Part 3Lewis
Smudger soon had two nice pairs of buffers. While they were being fitted, they also gave him the number 2 on his side. They also checked his wheels, to insure that he wouldn't derail like he used to.
The Little Controller monitored everything. Hopefully now, he told Smudger kindly, you can be a better engine than you were on Sodor. It costs us a lot of money to get you here, and I want you to prove yourself to me.
Yes, or course sir, Smudger replied. He was eager to start work again.
Tomorrow, the Little Controller said, you'll be taken to the Site. There's lots of trucks there that need to be taken to the Harbor soon, and we need to get the job done as soon as possible.
The next day, Smudger was loaded onto a flatbed, and a large green engine pulled him away. She seemed to recognize him.
Smudger! she whistled happily. It's nice to see you again! It's me, the other engine from the boat!
Valley Engines: Part 2Expectations
Smudger felt much better the next day. He was determined not to let any of the other engines let him feel down.
I'll work much harder today, he promised his Driver.
We'll see about that, chuckled his Driver. Once Smudger was steaming nicely, he began to shunt all of the trucks into different trains, ready for other engines to collect them.
In a nearby shed, there were some coaches. Smudger quietly brought them to the nearby station platform. He wanted to take the train himself, but he knew he couldn't; this train was for Edward Mann to take.
As he waited in the siding for Edward to arrive, he saw another engine appear on the line from the Big Railway. It was a small, green tank engine who was attached to a long, blue coach. Smudger was very surprised. He had never seen an engine like her before.
Hello there! she said cheerfully as the passengers left her coach. You must be the Little Railway's new engine.
Valley Engines: Part 1Lukewarm Welcome
Smudger had no idea how long he had been sailing on the ship, but he and the big tank engine presently grew very bored. One evening, a workman came in and opened the door in front of them, the cold air bursting in. Smudger shivered.
We're here! the workman said cheerfully. Your lorry is already here, so Smudger, you'll be unloaded first.
Smudger said goodbye to the big tank engine, and he was rolled out to the ship's deck. From up above, he could see a dockyard bustling with activity. A large crane carefully lowered him down to the waiting lorry's flatbed.
So you're headed for the Little Railway? the lorry asked as it drove away with Smudger. You'd better be prepared those little engines have been working harder than ever.
Smudger didn't know what to think, for he was so exhausted from his long journey that he fell asleep at once.
The next morning, he awoke to find himself in an unfamiliar shed. To his right
Smudger the Free Engine: Part4Engines at Sea
Smudger enjoyed riding the big ship, but presently grew lonely. A few days later the ship stopped again, and another engine was brought on board. She was a big, gray tank engine.
Smudger decided to talk. Hey! he said to her, The name's Smudger.
My name is... the big engine replied, but suddenly frowned. Oh, she chucked, I guess I don't have a name yet.
Smudger was surprised. Why not? he asked.
I was just built, she explained, Have you met the Representative? He came right into our Yard and asked if there were any engines available right that second, and they sold me.
Just as she finished, the Representative walked in.
So what kind of place is this railway anyway? asked Smudger.
The Representative grinned. It's one of the most beautiful railways in the world, he told them, There's a big railway that passes through cities, mountains, and fore
Smudger the Free Engine: Part3Saying Goodbye
The next morning, Smudger was woken up early. His wheels had been fitted back on the night before, and the wall in front of him was torn down. A small ramp stood before him, leading onto the rails.
His fire was soon lit, and he was sizzling with excitement. Finally! he chucked, Wait till that old Duke hears about this!
His Driver laughed. No time for small talk, he said, Let's get you moving.
A workman stood close by, and he helped the Driver direct the little engine out of the shed and onto the Main Line.
Smudger felt wonderful being back on the rails. He remembered another engine shared his same ordeal. I wonder how Stanley is, he said.
He was given truck filled with coal, and his Fireman filled Smudger's tanks while his Driver looked at the map. We'd better get going, he said, if we want to catch your boat on time. Be on your best behavior, understood?
Yeah, I hear you, da
Smudger the Free Engine: Part2First Impressions
Smudger was excited the next morning. The Representative was coming to the railway, and Smudger was keep to get his attention.
If he notices me, he said, maybe he'll buy me!
We can only hope, laughed his Fireman. He had brought Smudger's old wheels, and then he gave Smudger a good polish. Then he went inside the cab and lit the little engine's fire.
Smudger felt great. His fire was burning nicely, he had plenty of steam, and his brass shone. He can't ignore me now! he said happily.
The hours passed. Smudger was getting more and more nervous. Maybe he decided not to visit, he thought, and thought he should go home instead.
His Fireman sighed. I'll be back soon, he said. He shut off Smudger's steam, and then headed inside to eat his lunch.
Just then, a little blue engine puffed by, pulling coaches. Smudger's eyes lit up. He must have brought the Representative! he thou
Smudger the Free Engine: Part1Smudger Remembers
Once, a long time ago, there were three little engines, who lived in their own little shed, on their own little railway. Of the three of them, Duke was the oldest and wisest, and he liked to keep the little engines in order.
Duke also helped new engines and taught them what to do. Many engines came and went on the little railway, but Duke outlasted them all.
One day, a big gray tank engine had arrived. Duke had told him to take some trucks to the slate mines. Don't be late, Duke had warned him, That would never suit His Grace!
The engine just laughed, and puffed away with his trucks.
After his hard work, he had stopped in a siding to rest. Next to him was a big shed. He could just barely see a green boiler and a long funnel. It must be an engine, he thought to himself.
Hullo! he called to the shed, Is there anybody in there?
Are you one of the new engines? came a voice.
I might be,
ViolinI remember the day
you told me violins
were strung with cat gut
and that is why
you hated music
(who says that to a child?)
I followed you
all that summer.
I watched you
grow away from mother -
your whiskey held better conversations
and all she did was cry.
We'd sit cross-legged on the porch
and count the horseflies
settling on our lunch.
You would drown tadpoles
in a bucket
surprised they could not swim
and I would dream
of cherry popsicles.
And when night would gather
on the sidewalk
I'd hold my breath
until a star appeared.
Don't bother making wishes
you'd tell me -
stars are dead weight in heaven
and God has cloth ears.
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