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| - Narrator: Rosie has worked her line for many years, and knows it very well. Rosie's Driver: "You know just where to stop, Rosie." Narrator: Laughed her driver. Rosie's Driver: You could almost manage it without me. Narrator: Rosie had become concieted. She didn't realize her driver was joking. Narrator: Later, she boasted to the others. Rosie: "My driver says I don't need her right now." Thomas: "Don't be so daft!" Narrator: Snorted Thomas. Percy: "I'd never go without my driver." Narrator: Said Percy, earnestly. Percy: "I'd be frightened." Rosie: "Puh!" Narrator: Boasted Rosie. Rosie: "I'm not scared!" Percy: "You'd never dare!" Rosie: "I would then, you'll see." Narrator: Next morning, the fire lighter came. Rosie drowsed comfortably, and the warmth spread through his body. Narrator: Thomas and Percy were still asleep. Rosie suddenly remembered. Rosie: "Silly stick-in-the-muds!" Narrator: She chuckled. Rosie: "I'll show them. My driver said I could manage without her. I'll just go out, then I'l stop and WHEESH! That'll make them jump." Narrator: Rosie thought she was being clever. Really, she was only moving because a careless cleaner had meddled with her controls. She soon found her mistake. She tried to wheesh, but she couldn't. she tried to stop, but she couldn't. She just kept rolling along. She didn't dare look at what was coming next; there was the stationmaster's house. The stationmaster was just about to have breakfast. Rosie: "Horrors!" Narrator: Cried Rosie, and shut her eyes. (CRASH!) Narrator: The house rocked, broken glass tinkled, plaster was everywhere. Rosie had collected a bush on her travels. She peered into the room through its leaves. She couldn't speak. The Stationmaster was furious. His wife picked up her plate." The Stationmaster's wife: "You miserable engine!" Narrator: she scolded. The Stationmaster's wife: "Just look what you've done to our breakfast! Now I shall have to cook some more!" Narrator: she banged the door. Narrator: More plaster fell. This time, it fell on Rosie. Rosie felt depressed. Narrator: Workmen propped up the house with strong poles, and laid a path through the garden. Narrator: Meanwhile Bill and Ben arrived." Bill: "Don't embarrass yourself, Rosie." Ben: "We'll soon have you back on the rails." Narrator: They laughed. Narrator: Bill and Ben, working hard, managed to haul Rosie back to safety. Bits of fencing, a bush, and a broken window frame festuned her front, which was badly twisted. The twins laughed and left her. Narrator: Rosie was in disgrace. Narrator: There was worse to come. The Fat Controller: "You are a very naughty engine!" Rosie (muffled): "I know, sir, I'm sorry, sir." Narrator: Rosie's voice was muffled behind her bush. The Fat Controller: "You must go to the works and have your front mended, it will be a long job." Rosie: "Yes, sir." The Fat Controller: "Meanwhile, a diesel car will do your work." Rosie: "A d-d-diesel, sir?" Narrator: Rosie spluttered. The Fat Controller's Wife: "Yes, Rosie, diesels always stay in their sheds until they are wanted. Diesels never galavant off to breakfast in stationmaster's houses."
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