IT'S WAS A COLD WINTER'S MORNING ON THE ISLAND OF SODOR. THE WIND WAS BITTER AND THE GROUND HARD WITH FOREST. DUCK AND OLIVER WHRE COLD AND CROSS. ALL I WANT IS A WARM BOILER HUFFED DUCK. FIRE LIGHTER KNOWS THAT. HE'S LATE. HE'S NOT LATE, REPLIED OLIVER. THE WEATHER WOKE US UP EARLY. GUSTS OF WIND SWIRLED ROUND THE SHED. TOSSING FLAKES OF SNOW TOWARD DUCK. THEN THEY SWOODHED AROUND OLIVER TOO. WHY DON'T WE TALK ABOUT SOMETHING ELSE SHIVERED OLIVER. YES. REPLIED DUCK. LIKE HOW SILLY WE'LL LOOK WHEN OUR FUNNELS TURN INTO ICICLES. THAT'S NOT FUNNY. MAYBE WE'LL STOP FEELING COAL IF WE TALK ABOUT WARM THINGS. LIKE BUNSHINF AND STEAM. AND FIRE LIGHTERS, HUTTERED DUCK. SCARVES, CONTUNED OLIVER. SCARVES? LAUGHED DUCK. THAT'S WHAT YOU NEED, OLIVER. A WOOLLY SCARF AROUND YOUR FUNNEL. DUCK WAS ONLY TEASING. BUT OLIVER THOUGHT HAPPILY ABOUT SCARVES UNTIL THE FIRE LIGHTER CAME. JEM COLE WAS ENJOYING HOR PORRIDGE FOR BREAKFAST. HE WAS LOOKING FORWARD TO TAKING IMPORTANT VISITORS ON A TOUR OF THE RAILWAY. . . AND HAD PRESSED HIS SPECIAL TROUSERS. I SHALL PUT THEN IN MY TRUNK. JEM COLE SAID TO HIS WIFE. AND CHANGE INTO THEM JUST BEFORE THE PHOTOGRAPHS ARE TAKEN. THEN HE SET OFF TO CATCH HIS TRAIN. OLIVER WAS NOW WORKING HARD. HIS FIRE WAS BURNING NICELY AND HE HAD PLENTY OF STEAM. BUT HE STILL THOUGHT ABOUT SCARVES. MY FUNNEL'S COLD. MY FUNNEL'S COLD. HE PUFFED. I WANT A SCARF. I WANT A SCARF. RUBBISH, OLIVER, ENGINES DON'T WARE SCARVES. ENGINES WITH PROPER FUNNELS DO. REPLIED OLIVER. YOU'VE ONLY GO A SMALL ONE. BEFORE FLYING SCOSTMAN COULD ANSWER. OLIVER PUFFED AWAY. FLYING SNORTED. HE WAS LOOKING FORWARD TO PULLING THE SPECIAL TRAIN. IT WAS TIME FOR THE PHOTOGRAPHS. EVERYONE WAS EXCITED. JEM COLE WAS WAITING ON THE PLATFORM FOR HIS TROUSERS. THEY WERE IN A TRUNK AMONGST A BIG LOAD OF BAGGAGE. THE PORTERS WERE TAKING THE BAGGAGE TROLLEY ACROSS THE LINE. THEY WERE WALKING BACKWARDS TO SEE THAT NOTHING FELL OFF. BUZZ WAS STILL BEING CHEEKY. HIS DRIVER ALWAYS SHUT OFF STEAM JUST OUTSIDE THE STATION. OLIVER WANTED TO SURPRISE THE COACHES BY COMING IN AS QUIETLY AS HE COULD. BUT THE PORTERS DIDN'T HEAR HIM EITHER. BOXES AND BAGS BURST EVERYWHERE. OH, GROANED OLIVER. STICKY STREAMS OF JAM TRICKLED DOWN OLIVER'S FACE A TOP HAT HUNG ON HIS LAMP IRON. WORST OF ALL. A PAIR OF TROUSERS COILED LOVINGLY AROUND HIS FUNNEL. EVERYONE WAS VERY ANGRY. JEM COLE SEIZED THE TOP HAT. MIKE I HE SAID. OLIVER LOOK AT THIS! YES, SIR. I AM, SIR. MY BEST TROUSERS TO TES, SIR! PLEASE. SIR! WE MUST PAY THE PASSENGERS FOR THEIR SPOILED CLOTHES. AND MY TROUSERS ARE RUINED! WE MUST PAY THE PASSENGERS FOR THEIR SPOILED CLOTHES. AND MY TROUSERS ARE RUINED! I HOPE THIS WILL TEACH YOU NOT TO PLAY TRICKS WITH THE COACHES. OLIVER WENT OFF TO THE YARD. HE FELT VERY SILLY ON THE WAY. HE MET MALLARD. HELLO, OLIVER. SO YOU FOUND A SCARF, EM? BUT LEGS GO IN TROUSERS. NOT FUNNELS. AND HE PUFFED AWAY TO TELL FLYING SCOSTMAN THE NEWS. THAT EVENING. DUCK AND OLIVER WERE RESTING IN THE SHED. OLIVER'S DRIVER AND TAKEN AWAY THE TROUSERS AND SIVEN OLIVER A GOOD AMOGNAL FIRE LIGTHER'S PROMISED TO COME EARLY TOMORROW. SAID DUCK. FLYING SCOSTMAN ARRIVED. HE'D ENJOYED TAKING THE VISITORS AROUND. . . AND NOW FELT SORRY FOR OLIVER TOO. DRIVER SAYS THE WATHER WILL BE WARTER TOMORROW. YOU WON'T NEED A SCARF, OLIVER. CERTAINLY NOT, REPLIED OLIVER. ENGINES DON'T NEED SCARVES. ENGINES NEED WARM BILDERS. EVERYONE KNOWS THAT,
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