First of all, the concept of scrapping these engines, buses, cars, and other vehicles that are alive on Sodor has always creeped me out. It is death row for these vehicles, just for being old. Pretty messed up. But anyhow, to our story.
The narration tells us, that The Fat Controller is a slave driver when it comes to working his engines. The Engines not knowing of a better life, get emotional when they are told, "They are very useful."
Edward tells Thomas that he is heading to the scrap yard today. (The Green Mile) Thomas for once being nice tells Edward, "That he not that old. " No he never will be. Edward is art.
"Walking the mile, walking the mile."
Edward heads to the scrapyard. When he arrives he finds, an odd engine called a traction engine. He had been sentenced to death.
I need someone to take care of Mr.Jingles
The engine introduces himself as Trevor. He explains that they are going to break him up in the next week.
Edward cries, "It's a shame."
Trevor explains that he just needs some TLC and he will be as good as new. But, the owner calls him old fashion.
The two bond on being old. Trevor even reflects on working in the logging industry and all the children who came to see him. He likes children...
Not touching that joke...
Edward sets off and becomes determined on saving Trevor. Edward thinks of all the people who could possible help. But wouldn't you know it, that person is right on the platform at the next station. It is the Vicar.
Kicking it Testament style.
The driver and Edward beg for him to take Trevor. They explain that Trevor's driver who is Jem Cole says he runs like a charm.
Jem Cole just happens to be at the scrapyard, he tells Trevor that the Vicar might buy him. He is coming over to check his hot traction engine body out.
That evening the Vicar takes a look. Jem Cole lights Trevor up and takes him for a spin.
My classic tractor...
The Vicar is impressed. He bought up Trevor cheap.
Now Trevor lives a life of ease in the orchard. Trevor likes that work but, the best times are at churchy activities were he gives children rides.
That night Trevor rests, thinking of the children.
Nothing weird about that.
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