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Not much more was said between the two engines on their travel, Edward would bring up a few questions, despite reassuring the new comer, all he got was short and nervous answers. Eventually they arrived at the big bustling port that was Brendam docks. As they made their way through the dockside complex towards the station, Tinkerbell couldn't help but feel some sense of nostalgia as she looked up at the towering cranes and titanic ships, workmen hustled and shouted, stacking or loading vans with crates of fish from the small fishing boats to go off to market. As they made their way along the quay, the seemingly glass like surface of the canal caught her reflection perfectly as they turned off into "Brendam Town Station" which was the station that served both village and harbour. As the two engines entered the station platform, that dinging of a bell sounded again, rhythmic and constant. Edward was surprised at first, looked up and then chuckled. The Danish engine was sounding her bell as they entered the station.
"Now I see why they call you Tinkerbell" he chuckled softly. Tinkerbell could only grin mildly as she moved off to take on water. Edward quickly uncoupled and pulled up alongside the tank engine, while it seemed she had started to smile a bit more, there was a look of uncertainty on her face. "I take it you don't know where you're meant to be going from here?" he quizzed carefully. Tinkerbell only replied with a small

"mhmm.."

"Don't you fret about that, I'm just going to shunt some vans together for my next goods train, I'll ask the yard master what you're doing next." consulted Edward, hoping that would put little Dane at ease. It seemed to do the trick, she almost had a look of disbelief, as if the notion was completely alien to her, but that was completely wiped off the map by an expression of relief and she seemed to smile genuinely.

"Th-Thank you Edvard... I'm n-not entirely sure why they brought me down your line..." She faulted for a moment and "...I'm still not sure why svhey brought a useless engine like me here to begin with..." She muttered, looking at her buffers. Before Edward could ask, the points were switched and the old engine puffed away to find shunt his vans.

When Edward returned to the station, the coaches were long gone, Boco had taken them for the return trip. He could see that Tinkerbell had been rolled just under the station canopy. He was just about to explain to Tinkerbell of what she had to do when he could hear a blatantly loud conversation;

"Oh for goodness sake Tim, what you grumbling about now!"

"Ain't it obvious? it's this newly designed foreign piece of slag that the Fat Hatt's bestowed upon us!"

Edward stopped almost level buffered alongside Tinkerbell, his brow furrowed at what he just heard, he looked across to see the Danish engine, with her eyes looking probably at something in the ballast, looking beyond her, were two men, one with dark hair and fairly short, sitting on the bench, and the other with fairly light hair and slightly taller, gesturing to the tank engine behind him. It was safe for Edward to deduce that these two were Tinkerbell's driver and fireman. "It's always the same with foreign engines, they're rough riding, the controls are backwards!"

"Hardly." The Driver countered "I had a chance to drive a peckett the tanfield last week, her controls aren't that much different compared to an industrial and me bottle of water sure as heck didn't fall over once during the trip down. She's smoother ride than Edward by any account." Edward scoffed a little when he heard that one. But it seemed neither of the men had paid much notice to his arrival. The fireman kept going.

"Plus she's a plumbers nightmare! Look at her, there are pipes everywhere and-"
"Just because it ain't tucked away, doesn't mean it's not serving its purpose."
"Well, have you seen her ashpan? It's a bloody trap door, you can't rake it out at any rate! Her water capacity's almost as bad as Thomas'! Im amazed we actually made it here on what we had. Oiling points, I can barely get to, plus she burns coal like it's made of dust! I swear, we better not get any more of these foreign engines at this rate, I get it, North West must keep with the times. But we don't have to follow their practice of the other railway by importing engines in from other countries" The fireman went on. The driver just facepalmed.
"Tim. Those issues you just listed off. Those are issues with all small engines. The only reason we've been struggling with coal and water is because you keep watering and firing small engines as if their big engines. You'd be amazed with how much steam she'd could make if you... Oh i dunno, let the coal burn?" The driver asked, raising an eyebrow. Edward smirked at that. Young engine crews did have a habit of either over-firing or underfiring. "Besides that, I'd figure you'd be happier with her." He grinned "All the bits that were between the frames are now outside the frames!"
"That doesn't make things any easier!" Protested the fireman. "Besides I'd take Thomas over... This flimsy foreign paperweight- "he gestured to Tinkerbell "anyday. "
"Oi give it up Tim, you're gonna upset the poor thing."
"Oh give over Jerry, it's not like she can understand what we're saying or anything, if she could, she'd have spoken up by now. Besides that, she's on our terf, our country, if she doesn't like it, she can always go back to her own-"

"Alright that is quite enough!" Edward bellowed crossly, he had been listening to this for much too long. The fireman practically jumped out of his overalls and flounced back into Tinkerbell's cab, obviously he hadn't noticed he had arrived afterall. The poor tank engine looked as if she wanted to cry. The blue engine huffed crossly under his breath "For the love of Pettigrew... I thought humanity was PASSED this age of discrimination..." He hissed furiously under his breath. True people were entitled to their own opinions, but there was absolutely no means for what had just happened.

Tinkerbell's driver sighed "Sorry Edward, Tim's a bit of a rotter when it comes to things like this, I'll keep him in order..." as he went back to the cab.

"I should think so too." Edward sighed and looked to the downcast F's face "Are you quite alright, Tinkerbell?" He asked, his voice taking a much softer tone.

"Y-yes." Was all the Danish engine would say, her voice sounding even more quiet and reserved, if that was possible.

"Perfect." Edward thought to himself annoyed "If the poor thing didn't have enough reasons to keep quiet, she certainly has plenty now." - "I've seen the yard master" he went on "He says you're to go up to the china clay pits to bring trucks back to the port, it's easy enough to do, just watch out for level crossing as you go up" He advised. Tinkerbell responded with a disbanded "peep." and rolled off on her way. However, in the blinding of his anger, it wasn't until Tinkerbell was around the corner when he realized he had forgotten one detail. "Oh! Watch out for two small engines called bill and ben! They like to play tricks on new engines...!" There came no reply. Tinkerbell was already out of ear shot.

Ooooh wow!

Welcome to Sodor Scenarios. After over 10,000 years in development, hopefully...

It will have been worth the weight.

Yeah I'm not apologizing for that one. Yeah guys, sorry this took so long now. But with my week holiday being over, I finally managed to get a fully fledged Sodor Scenarios pic that I was happy with. I finally know where the story is going and how it is going to play out for at least the next 5 pictures I now just need to time to draw and write them up. But anyways guys, thanks for being so patient with me for making stuff like this.

Trust me, i want to draw this stuff, but work and paying the bills comes first. So long as I don't bust my hand at work. there shall always be another one coming. You'll see more adventures of this little Danish Cinnamon bun yet!

Right, take care lads and ladies

Joe the joj

Description
Not much more was said between the two engines on their travel, Edward would bring up a few questions, despite reassuring the new comer, all he got was short and nervous answers. Eventually they arrived at the big bustling port that was Brendam docks. As they made their way through the dockside complex towards the station, Tinkerbell couldn't help but feel some sense of nostalgia as she looked up at the towering cranes and titanic ships, workmen hustled and shouted, stacking or loading vans with crates of fish from the small fishing boats to go off to market. As they made their way along the quay, the seemingly glass like surface of the canal caught her reflection perfectly as they turned off into "Brendam Town Station" which was the station that served both village and harbour. As the two engines entered the station platform, that dinging of a bell sounded again, rhythmic and constant. Edward was surprised at first, looked up and then chuckled. The Danish engine was sounding her bell as they entered the station.
"Now I see why they call you Tinkerbell" he chuckled softly. Tinkerbell could only grin mildly as she moved off to take on water. Edward quickly uncoupled and pulled up alongside the tank engine, while it seemed she had started to smile a bit more, there was a look of uncertainty on her face. "I take it you don't know where you're meant to be going from here?" he quizzed carefully. Tinkerbell only replied with a small

"mhmm.."

"Don't you fret about that, I'm just going to shunt some vans together for my next goods train, I'll ask the yard master what you're doing next." consulted Edward, hoping that would put little Dane at ease. It seemed to do the trick, she almost had a look of disbelief, as if the notion was completely alien to her, but that was completely wiped off the map by an expression of relief and she seemed to smile genuinely.

"Th-Thank you Edvard... I'm n-not entirely sure why they brought me down your line..." She faulted for a moment and "...I'm still not sure why svhey brought a useless engine like me here to begin with..." She muttered, looking at her buffers. Before Edward could ask, the points were switched and the old engine puffed away to find shunt his vans.

When Edward returned to the station, the coaches were long gone, Boco had taken them for the return trip. He could see that Tinkerbell had been rolled just under the station canopy. He was just about to explain to Tinkerbell of what she had to do when he could hear a blatantly loud conversation;

"Oh for goodness sake Tim, what you grumbling about now!"

"Ain't it obvious? it's this newly designed foreign piece of slag that the Fat Hatt's bestowed upon us!"

Edward stopped almost level buffered alongside Tinkerbell, his brow furrowed at what he just heard, he looked across to see the Danish engine, with her eyes looking probably at something in the ballast, looking beyond her, were two men, one with dark hair and fairly short, sitting on the bench, and the other with fairly light hair and slightly taller, gesturing to the tank engine behind him. It was safe for Edward to deduce that these two were Tinkerbell's driver and fireman. "It's always the same with foreign engines, they're rough riding, the controls are backwards!"

"Hardly." The Driver countered "I had a chance to drive a peckett the tanfield last week, her controls aren't that much different compared to an industrial and me bottle of water sure as heck didn't fall over once during the trip down. She's smoother ride than Edward by any account." Edward scoffed a little when he heard that one. But it seemed neither of the men had paid much notice to his arrival. The fireman kept going.

"Plus she's a plumbers nightmare! Look at her, there are pipes everywhere and-"
"Just because it ain't tucked away, doesn't mean it's not serving its purpose."
"Well, have you seen her ashpan? It's a bloody trap door, you can't rake it out at any rate! Her water capacity's almost as bad as Thomas'! Im amazed we actually made it here on what we had. Oiling points, I can barely get to, plus she burns coal like it's made of dust! I swear, we better not get any more of these foreign engines at this rate, I get it, North West must keep with the times. But we don't have to follow their practice of the other railway by importing engines in from other countries" The fireman went on. The driver just facepalmed.
"Tim. Those issues you just listed off. Those are issues with all small engines. The only reason we've been struggling with coal and water is because you keep watering and firing small engines as if their big engines. You'd be amazed with how much steam she'd could make if you... Oh i dunno, let the coal burn?" The driver asked, raising an eyebrow. Edward smirked at that. Young engine crews did have a habit of either over-firing or underfiring. "Besides that, I'd figure you'd be happier with her." He grinned "All the bits that were between the frames are now outside the frames!"
"That doesn't make things any easier!" Protested the fireman. "Besides I'd take Thomas over... This flimsy foreign paperweight- "he gestured to Tinkerbell "anyday. "
"Oi give it up Tim, you're gonna upset the poor thing."
"Oh give over Jerry, it's not like she can understand what we're saying or anything, if she could, she'd have spoken up by now. Besides that, she's on our terf, our country, if she doesn't like it, she can always go back to her own-"

"Alright that is quite enough!" Edward bellowed crossly, he had been listening to this for much too long. The fireman practically jumped out of his overalls and flounced back into Tinkerbell's cab, obviously he hadn't noticed he had arrived afterall. The poor tank engine looked as if she wanted to cry. The blue engine huffed crossly under his breath "For the love of Pettigrew... I thought humanity was PASSED this age of discrimination..." He hissed furiously under his breath. True people were entitled to their own opinions, but there was absolutely no means for what had just happened.

Tinkerbell's driver sighed "Sorry Edward, Tim's a bit of a rotter when it comes to things like this, I'll keep him in order..." as he went back to the cab.

"I should think so too." Edward sighed and looked to the downcast F's face "Are you quite alright, Tinkerbell?" He asked, his voice taking a much softer tone.

"Y-yes." Was all the Danish engine would say, her voice sounding even more quiet and reserved, if that was possible.

"Perfect." Edward thought to himself annoyed "If the poor thing didn't have enough reasons to keep quiet, she certainly has plenty now." - "I've seen the yard master" he went on "He says you're to go up to the china clay pits to bring trucks back to the port, it's easy enough to do, just watch out for level crossing as you go up" He advised. Tinkerbell responded with a disbanded "peep." and rolled off on her way. However, in the blinding of his anger, it wasn't until Tinkerbell was around the corner when he realized he had forgotten one detail. "Oh! Watch out for two small engines called bill and ben! They like to play tricks on new engines...!" There came no reply. Tinkerbell was already out of ear shot.

Ooooh wow!

Welcome to Sodor Scenarios. After over 10,000 years in development, hopefully...

It will have been worth the weight.

Yeah I'm not apologizing for that one. Yeah guys, sorry this took so long now. But with my week holiday being over, I finally managed to get a fully fledged Sodor Scenarios pic that I was happy with. I finally know where the story is going and how it is going to play out for at least the next 5 pictures I now just need to time to draw and write them up. But anyways guys, thanks for being so patient with me for making stuff like this.

Trust me, i want to draw this stuff, but work and paying the bills comes first. So long as I don't bust my hand at work. there shall always be another one coming. You'll see more adventures of this little Danish Cinnamon bun yet!

Right, take care lads and ladies

Joe the joj