1 fine morning when she arrived, Rosie’s golden whistle cap was outta order. They had worked late the night before and her driver and fireman had used it to hard boil their eggs for their dinner last night. But something had gone terribly wrong, and the very next morning when she wanted to whistle real loudly at the other railroad engines, Rosie found out she could only make gurgling sounds. She was terribly upset about it. “Never mind that, Rosie,” said Rosie's driver, “it must’ve been a bit of that egg shell which broke apart,” But Duncan made rude comments about it. “Shoo!” “Shoo!” “Shoo!”