Zach and the Steam Team
A Thomas the Tank Engine story For Zachary Armstrong
A Thomas the Tank Engine story
For Zachary Armstrong
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<strong>Zach</strong> <strong>and</strong> <strong>the</strong> <strong>Steam</strong> <strong>Team</strong><br />
A Thomas <strong>the</strong> Tank Engine story<br />
For <strong>Zach</strong>ary Armstrong
It was a busy spring day on <strong>the</strong> Isl<strong>and</strong> of Sodor.<br />
All of <strong>the</strong> engines were hard at work, fetching<br />
passengers, pulling freight, delivering <strong>the</strong> mail<br />
<strong>and</strong> shunting troublesome trucks. The Fat<br />
Controller was very pleased with all of his<br />
really useful engines.
It was also <strong>the</strong> school holidays, <strong>and</strong> children<br />
from <strong>the</strong> nursery <strong>and</strong> schools were out with<br />
<strong>the</strong>ir parents enjoying <strong>the</strong> sunny wea<strong>the</strong>r.<br />
Some of <strong>the</strong> parents took <strong>the</strong>ir children to see<br />
<strong>the</strong> engines at work. They stood on <strong>the</strong><br />
footbridge near Maithwaite station, watching<br />
<strong>the</strong> express engines Gordon <strong>and</strong> Henry rush<br />
by with a wish <strong>and</strong> a woosh. The engines gave<br />
a special “peep peep” on <strong>the</strong>ir whistles for <strong>the</strong><br />
children, which everyone enjoyed.
More children were watching <strong>the</strong> engines on<br />
<strong>the</strong> platform of Maithwaite station. A blondhaired<br />
boy named <strong>Zach</strong> was <strong>the</strong>re with his<br />
mum <strong>and</strong> Richard. <strong>Zach</strong> loved running fast<br />
almost as much as he loved watching <strong>the</strong><br />
engines. He turned to his mummy <strong>and</strong> said,<br />
“One day, will I run faster than Gordon?”.
Percy, who was at <strong>the</strong> station picking up <strong>the</strong><br />
mail van, overheard this <strong>and</strong> said: “I can see<br />
that you can run fast little boy, but you could<br />
never run faster than Gordon <strong>the</strong> express<br />
engine! Gordon is <strong>the</strong> fastest. Sorry!”. And<br />
with a sympa<strong>the</strong>tic smile <strong>and</strong> a friendly toot<br />
on his whistle, Percy pulled out of <strong>the</strong> station.
Next Henry chuffed into <strong>the</strong> station, hauling<br />
an extra-long line of carriages that were to<br />
carry passengers to <strong>the</strong> mainl<strong>and</strong>. <strong>Zach</strong><br />
looked at Henry’s gleaming green paint, his<br />
powerful pistons <strong>and</strong> impressive funnel, <strong>and</strong><br />
said to Richard: “One day will I be as fast as<br />
Henry?”. Henry heard this <strong>and</strong> chuckled. He<br />
said, “I’m sorry young man, but boys can’t run<br />
faster than big strong engines like me <strong>and</strong><br />
Gordon”. And with that he pulled out of <strong>the</strong><br />
station, still chuckling to himself at <strong>the</strong><br />
thought of it.
<strong>Zach</strong> turned to his mummy <strong>and</strong> Richard <strong>and</strong><br />
said, “But I want to run as fast as <strong>the</strong> big<br />
engines”. His mummy said, “Anything is<br />
possible, my man, <strong>and</strong> don’t let anybody tell<br />
you o<strong>the</strong>rwise.”
The last engine that <strong>the</strong> family saw was<br />
Thomas <strong>the</strong> tank engine. Thomas was tired<br />
because he had had a lot of trouble from <strong>the</strong><br />
troublesome trucks. Thomas, who is normally<br />
such a cheerful <strong>and</strong> cheeky engine, was<br />
feeling grumpy. He didn’t want to do any<br />
more work that day.
But <strong>the</strong> Fat Controller had given Thomas one<br />
last job. “Thomas”, <strong>the</strong> Fat Controller said, “I<br />
know that you have had a hard day’s work,<br />
but <strong>the</strong>re’s one last job I need you to do today<br />
<strong>and</strong> it is really important. With all <strong>the</strong><br />
journeys our busy engines have been making,<br />
our coal supplies are running very low. Luckily<br />
a new delivery has just arrived at Brendham<br />
Docks. I need you to go <strong>and</strong> pick up <strong>the</strong> coal<br />
<strong>and</strong> bring it back to Tidmouth Sheds. Please<br />
make sure it is all well covered up with<br />
tarpaulin sheets.”
Thomas was not happy. He didn’t want to go<br />
<strong>and</strong> pick up <strong>the</strong> coal, <strong>and</strong> he set off with a<br />
grump <strong>and</strong> a bump, jolting his trucks as he<br />
went. Thomas moaned <strong>and</strong> groaned to <strong>the</strong><br />
troublesome trucks that it wasn’t fair that he<br />
had to do this extra journey when he was so<br />
tired. The troublesome trucks, who were<br />
cross because of <strong>the</strong> way Thomas was<br />
bumping <strong>the</strong>m around, made it an even more<br />
difficult trip.
By <strong>the</strong> time Thomas had got to Brendham<br />
Docks, picked up <strong>the</strong> coal, <strong>and</strong> brought it back<br />
to Tidmouth Sheds, he was extremely tired<br />
<strong>and</strong> feeling very cross. He was in such a bad<br />
mood that he forgot what <strong>the</strong> Fat Controller<br />
had said about making sure <strong>the</strong> coal was<br />
covered with tarpaulin. When Thomas’s<br />
driver reminded him about this, Thomas said<br />
“I am too tired now, that will have to wait until<br />
<strong>the</strong> morning.”
That night, as <strong>the</strong> tired engines slept in<br />
Tidmouth Sheds, <strong>the</strong>re was a thunder storm<br />
<strong>and</strong> a lot of rain fell on <strong>the</strong> Isl<strong>and</strong> of Sodor.<br />
The coal that Thomas had fetched for <strong>the</strong><br />
engines for <strong>the</strong> next day got soaking wet.
The following morning, when <strong>the</strong> Fat<br />
Controller saw what had happened to <strong>the</strong><br />
coal, he was very cross. “Thomas!” he<br />
boomed, “because you did not do <strong>the</strong> job<br />
properly as I asked, all of <strong>the</strong> engines have<br />
damp coal. Damp coal is no good! My railway<br />
will run very slowly today, <strong>and</strong> <strong>the</strong>re will be a<br />
speed limit of 5 miles per hour until <strong>the</strong> coal<br />
has dried out.”
Gordon, who liked to travel at speeds of 50, 60<br />
or even 70 miles an hour, was not impressed.<br />
“Oh <strong>the</strong> indignity!”, he said. Henry said, “My<br />
passengers will not be happy with this.”<br />
Thomas felt very sorry.
As <strong>the</strong> engines went about <strong>the</strong>ir jobs that day<br />
– chuffing along very slowly because of <strong>the</strong> 5<br />
mile an hour speed limit – <strong>the</strong> children on <strong>the</strong><br />
Isl<strong>and</strong> once again came out to see <strong>the</strong>m.<br />
Today, however, <strong>the</strong>y could run along <strong>the</strong><br />
paths next to <strong>the</strong> railway line <strong>and</strong> go faster<br />
than <strong>the</strong> engines. <strong>Zach</strong> watched <strong>and</strong> waited<br />
for Gordon <strong>and</strong> Henry.
“Ready, steady, go!” said <strong>Zach</strong>, as he raced<br />
alongside Gordon. At first Gordon <strong>and</strong> <strong>Zach</strong><br />
moved along at <strong>the</strong> same speed, but <strong>Zach</strong> was<br />
slightly faster, <strong>and</strong> he gradually got ahead of<br />
Gordon <strong>and</strong> won <strong>the</strong> race to <strong>the</strong> signal. “Oh<br />
<strong>the</strong> indiginity!”, said Gordon.
<strong>Zach</strong>, shouted back to his mummy <strong>and</strong><br />
Richard, “Look! I am faster than Gordon <strong>the</strong><br />
express engine!”. “Yes you are”, said <strong>Zach</strong>’s<br />
mummy, smiling. “You see, anything is<br />
possible.” Thomas, who was passing by,<br />
overheard this. Although he was still feeling<br />
sorry for his mistake, this made him smile too.<br />
He peeped loudly on his whistle, <strong>and</strong> said:<br />
“Well done <strong>Zach</strong>! You are faster than <strong>the</strong><br />
fastest engines on Sodor. Consider yourself a<br />
member of <strong>the</strong> <strong>Steam</strong> <strong>Team</strong>!”
~ The end ~