I, Peter: The Sodor Tales

Chapter 20: A Grand Conclusion

As we drove up to the sheds of the narrow gauge engines, we saw an extremely horrible and very sad sight. The engines looked like they were about to die. Their faces looked very saggy and they were melting off like candles. They looked just like the faces of very old people in an intensive care nursing home who were about to just pass away right there and turn into dust. Their bodies looked as rusty and dusty as a very dirty ditch. They looked good for scrapping or cooking. Their funnels were very busted and looked like dead trees. They were puffing extremely huge clouds of stinky, fuming, black smoke out of their rotten, botched funnels that looked like very poisonous, smelly storm clouds. It was really a very sorry sight. And it was a good thing we had the coal. Those engines really looked like they needed some new coal. So we filled up the coal bunkers of all the engines with the new coal with a coal chute that conveniently came with one of the mine carts. In no time all of the engines were full on coal and back to their old selves. 

"These cute little animals saved all of us!", exclaimed Rusty as soon as he got his fill of coal. "We should throw these guys a party!"

"That is an excellent idea!", exclaimed Skarloey. "They saved the railway from closing! They deserve it!"

Pretty soon, the engines had prepared a parade for us with red, blue, and green streamers, red, orange, yellow, green, blue, purple, and fuchsia balloons, and a huge white banner with big red block letters that said HOORAY FOR PETER RABBIT AND HIS FRIENDS on it that they hung on the engine shed. And they had even hired a marching band with brilliant navy blue and gold uniforms to play songs for us. All the songs were great, but the best song they played was the one Old Mrs. Rabbit played for me when I was a baby that had a low beat but a high and sweet and curious melody, exit it was played on roaring brass rather than steady strings. I was happier than I had ever felt in my entire life. I truly felt like the hero I deserved to be. And I didn't do this heroic act to gain attention but because I remembered the kindness of my recently deceased mother. I thought that if I acted like her, I would be able to keep her memory alive. And I did and made some friends who truly loved for the way I am and want me in their life forever.