The works was quiet, except for the grumbling of it's single engine.
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Sir Hayden was sulking. Ever since Talyllyn was sent away to the works, he and Edward Thomas had to do all the work.
He had been asked to take a passenger train up the line. These coaches weren't like the ones he was used to. Real coaches, he would say, had bogies, and this railway had none. To him, the single axle coaches were just cattle trucks. The coaches shrieked the whole way.
At the top station, he left his train at the top station to take a drink. And when he backed down onto his train, his driver didn't notice a package that was spilled from the baggage trolly, but the coaches did, and wanted to pay Sir Hayden out. Sir Hayden hit the package, derailed, and hit the platform, damaging his rear wheels.
Now, he was in the works, alone, and frustrated.
"THOSE BLASTED CATTLE TRUCKS!!" snapped Sir Hayden, "I'LL BE SURE TO TEACH THEM A JOLLY GOOD LESSON NEXT TIME I SEE THEM!! MAYBE THE THIN CONTROLLER WILL GET SOME REAL COACHES FOR A CHANGE!!"
"They are real coaches, even if they don't look like it."
The voice made Sir Hayden jump. He looked to the standard gauge line next to him, and saw a large, red tender engine pushing a small coach backing down next to him.
The engine had no number on his tender, just the letters LMS. The coach just had axles, was painted red, similar to the big coaches.
As the engine backed down, it looked down at Sir Hayden. Both engine and coach were covered in grim, and rust. To see such an impressive red engine so dirty was a shock, seeing as the Southern Isle Railway took care of it's engines and rolling stock. Why not this one?
The engine then spoke up, "Coaches come in many shapes and sizes, my dear engine. You wouldn't like me calling you a toy, would you?"
The nearby trucks giggled.
"N-NO!!!" said Sir Hayden, gathering courage, "THAT'S BECAUSE I'M NOT A TOY!!!"
"But you too small to be an engine such as me. So by your logic, you must not be a real engine."
Sir Hayden was getting cross.
"I AM A REAL ENGINE!! I PULLED THE EXPRESS TRAINS ON MY OLD LINE!!! BUT THOSE CATTLE TRUCKS-"
"Coaches!" corrected the engine with a sneer.
"-THEY LET ME HAVE AN ACCIDENT!! IT'S ALL THERE FAULT I'M IN THE WORKS NOW!!"
The trucks howled with laughter. The engine hissed steam from his cylinders with a sigh, making them quiet. It was finding the company of the shed a bit infuriating.
"Be thankful that's the worst you've gotten from a coach. Coaches are to be respected, only bumped, when they themselves misbehave, or are awkward during passenger runs."
