Harry in a Mess

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Narrator: Shelbert and Bella were enjoying their new job on the Island of Fantasyland but they do look old-fashioned and did need new paint, Harry was very rude whenever he saw them.

Harry: yuck, what dirty objects.

Narrator: he would say, at last Shelbert lost patience.

Shelbert: Harry.

Narrator: he asked.

Shelbert: why are you red.

Harry: I am a splendid engine.

Narrator: answered Harry.

Harry: ready for anything, you never see my paint dirty.

Shelbert: oh!

Narrator: said Shelbert innocently.

Shelbert: that's why you once needed bootlaces to be ready I suppose.

Narrator: Harry went redder than ever and snorted off.

Harry: it was such an insult to be reminded of the time a bootlace had been used to mend a hole in his coaches.

Narrator: at the end of the line Harry left his coaches and got ready for his next train, it was a slow freight stopping at every station to pick up and set down cars, Harry hated slow freight trains.

Harry: dirty cars from dirty sidings, Yack.

Narrator: starting with only a few, he picked up more and more cars at each station, till he had a long train, at first the freight cars behaved well, but Harry bumped them so crossly, that they were determined to get back at him, presently they approached the top of Montana's Hill, heavy freight trains halt here to set their brakes, Harry have had an accident with cars before and shouldn’t have remembered this.

Harry's Driver: wait Harry wait.

Narrator: said the driver, but Harry wouldn't wait, he was to busy thinking what he would say to Shelbert when they next met, the freight cars chance had come.

Freight Cars: hurrah, hurrah.

Narrator: they laughed and banging their buffers they pushed him down the hill.

Freight Cars: On, On.

Narrator: yelled the cars.

Harry: I've got to stop, I've got to stop.

Narrator: groaned Harry, disaster lay ahead, something sticky splashed all over Harry, he had run into two tar wagons and was black from smoke box to cab, he was more dirty than hurt, but the tar wagons and some cars were all to pieces, Shelbert and Tootle was sent to help and came as quickly as they could.

Shelbert: look here Tootle.

Narrator: exclaimed Shelbert.

Shelbert: whatever is that dirty object.

Tootle: that's Harry didn't you know.

Shelbert: it's Harry's shape.

Narrator: said Shelbert.

Shelbert: but Harry is a splendid red engine and you never see his paint dirty.

Narrator: Harry pretended he hadn't heard, Shelbert and Tootle cleared away the unhurt cars and helped Harry home, Hoity Toity met them.

Hoity Toity: well done Tootle Andy Shelbert.

Narrator: he turned to Harry.

Hoity Toity: fancy letting your cars run away, I am surprised, you're not fit to be seen, you must be cleaned at once, Shelbert shall have a new coat of paint.

Shelbert: please sir, can Bella have one too.

Narrator: said Shelbert.

Hoity Toity: certainly Shelbert.

Shelbert: oh thank you sir she will be pleased.

Narrator: all Harry could do was watch Shelbert as he ran off happily with the news.