The-Tales-of-Sodor

Island of Sodor, September 2nd 2020. It was a slight warm day on railway due to a brief Indian summer that had swept across the island. The engines worked on like they had always done but most passengers were returning from their holidays since September was the month where many children were to return to school. Thomas and Edward's Branch Lines bore the brunt of near endless passengers that were pouring in almost non stop. They were not the ones working their hardest, the Skarloey Railway was also flooding with passengers from connection trains of the standard gauge railway. Skarloey, Peter Sam, Sir Handel and Duncan had never dealt with so

It was a damp and misty day on the Island of Sodor. At Lakeside station, Duke had just pulled in with a passenger train to drop off some passengers. However he had to wait a bit longer for Rheneas had to pass through with a slate train. He wasn't the only one waiting to go for Skarloey was being held up too. Duke was feeling a little cross. Earlier that day, James had been rude to him calling him an old timer, unreliable and out of date. "That impudent red scalawag!" he yelled. "Someone better trim James' wheels for him or find an extra pair of bootlaces incase he makes another hole in his coaches!" "Something the matter,  Duke?" asked Skar