may 10th (undisclosed year)
To ducks displeasure, the forcast read heavy rain the rest of the week. backing down into the siding for the moment, he tried to think of something else to lift his spirits, but he could only think of arguments he was still butthurt about even after all this time. as his crew left to talk to the station master, he was left with only the sounds of other engines or the relentless rain pelting the roof of the goods shed he was left in. he just closed his eyes and sighed with accepting the fact all he could do was deal with it, and as his crew got back into the cab he was soon off for shunting at tidmouth, were he atleast he could have a chat with percy in the yards or whoever might be in the sheds when he gets there.
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sodor or backweld & kirsche short stories
Randomthis is just so i am abit more active and can get the feeling for writing and shit and yes you can make adaptions even though thats most likely never gonna happen.
