My eyes cannot trust what it is seeing.

A blue steam engine wandering past me.

His name is Thomas, and he is fleeing.

His speed clears the branch line of all debris.

As I observe closely, he pulls coaches.

I feel amazement at the sight of it.

Fatefully, another train approaches.

Thomas has crashed when he takes a bad hit.

Sir Topham Hat says Thomas is blameless.

He puts the unknown train in suspension.

Thomas knows that the engine is shameless.

He is a really useful engine.

In terms of hard work, all trains should thank him.

Without him now, Sodor's future is grim.