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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 ~

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