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was. “Sleep here for the night. We know You can’t tell them about me, can you?” the ship horns. The place was very loud felt very nice and realized how gentle
everything about you. We hope you like Then he replied, “Oh, if someone knew and smelt salty. “We’re nearly there, just people were to cats. “I wish you could
this box we have,” they said. I felt you and you knew them very well, hang on. I can’t stop until I reach the be around here with us. You are so cute
welcomed. A cardboard box! How nice! sometimes there is no use talking since loading platform, the locomotive and cuddly,” said the driver. Magically,
So I ran towards it and cuddled myself what is going on has already been whispered. Soon enough, the train I understood the words, and I thought
up into a comfortable position. understood. I have worked on this slowed to a stop, and men started to myself that my wish was to explore
I knocked on the steel. “Where are railroad for decades now, so me and my to shout and got themselves busy the world, and we might meet again
you taking me to? This doesn’t look like drivers have already become one. Have unloading the cargo from the train. Then sometime. He smiled at me again, and
you’re having a rest tonight. Aren’t you you never had that feeling before? It the locomotive told me that my owner went back to work. I assumed that he
tired?” I asked the locomotive gently. “I seems like you have a very kind owner.” came to the passenger section of this had at least the slightest idea of what I
am sorry I told you that it would be I paused for a bit. Confusion and port. It was much cleaner than here and was thinking, so I said goodbye to the
quiet here. The midnight freight train to questions filled up my mind. The sound he was most likely staying here to rest locomotive and made my way down to
Port of Calais is too heavy for my friend of the speeding train echoed through until morning. Then the questions struck the docks. Its whistle blew for the last
and he left some of the important the countryside, and the questions me again. Is this man still worth living time before it left the station to go and
shipments behind along with some late echoed in my mind. Why haven’t I with? Do I really want to return to him? rest.
arrivals. I had been assigned to take this noticed such things? Have I ever really So before I left I replied to the locomotive.
extra train to the port, where your understood my man? Was it true love I “Thank you very much for a lovely ride The platform was less crowded
master had gone,” he told me with a was dealing with here? What WAS here. I hope we can meet up again now, and behind that, I could see the
cheerful voice. “So you don’t have to love...? My heart got tainted with this sometime. I am getting really excited dark horizon and a bright yellow light
wait till the sun comes up. You might be idea and sleeping became hard, but about going on an adventure and coming from a gigantic cruise in the
able to catch up with him!” I, with still, the moves of the midnight freight exploring the world. And please thank distance. I could feel that the ship would
excitement, rolled with glee on the put me into the land of dreams. your drivers too for this lovely box!” One surely take me somewhere I had never
metal corridor. That was nice. Then, of the drivers gave me a smile, so I been before. I was getting excited! So
another question hit my mind. “I It was four o’clock when the train walked towards him and he touched my I ran for it along the port side. The next
wonder… how can your drivers know arrived at the port. I was woken up by fur lightly. He gave me a nice warm bath thing I noticed was that right behind me
about me and even give me this box? the cranking sounds and loud blows of from the locomotive’s water tank and I was a large cargo ship, and it was