1 fine lovely afternoon Rosie was at the junction when Murdoch trundled in with some Freight Cars. “EW!” exclaimed Rosie. “What a weird smell.” “Can you smell 1 single smell, Mavis?” “I can’t smell 1 single smell.” said Mavis. “A weird, foggy sort of smell.” said Rosie. “Nobody noticed it ‘til you did, Rosie.” grunted Murdoch. “It must be yours.” Meanwhile not too long ago Murdoch had fallen right into a muddy ditch. Rosie enjoyed teasing him about it. “Mavis, Emily, Molly, do you know what I think it is? it’s ditch water.” Right before Murdoch could answer, Rosie trundled away. And she was.