One afternoon, as I had been puffed past the Vickridge concert, he was surprised to see how busy it was. There were people upon ladders, carrying crates and gathering apples into bags. All helping Trevor and the Vicker prepare for southern remark. Poor Trevor will be rough as wheels with so many deliveries, thought Edward. I wish I could help. You've got enough work to be getting on with, you drive at olden. The Vicker is already hired and attracted to help, Trevor delivered the apples to market. He'll manage just fine. Few days later, the Vicker began shifting the apples from the orchard. The market was taking place near to the station and the tractor had imparked up in the station car park, whilst the freight of apples were being unloaded. Beep beep, good morning Edward called cheerfully. The tractor gave him a dirty look. Watch, good of ages, boy, have to get up early and make repeated trips and he's surrounded by the old fashioned. Edward was offended by this. I may be old fashioned but I am useful. The tractor just scoffed and laughed at him. You're a smoky old kettle. You belong in a museum not working on a real way. Edward was hurt but before he could say anything else, it was time to go again. He puffed out at the station and headed for the junction. Where James was waiting. But before Edward could even begin to complain about the tractor rhubarb, James interjected. I was shain settling in them. It's not what he's called, Edward's scald. He's about the rudest tractor I've ever heard the displeasure of meeting. I know. I brought him here from the harbor, my last good strain. He mowned continually about us being out of date. Soon shot him off after a few hard bumps though. He's ashamed we won't be able to do that now James. We'll just have to put up with him. As James was making his way back to the market again with another load, he saw Boca rolling towards him with a train of empty china clay trucks. Shane laughed loudly at him as he approached. Look! It's a great big green box on wheels. Boca took no notice and just rolled on pass with no regard. Shane thought it was a great joke. Smokey orc adders and joins green boxes. What a queer place! Later that day, while he was making his way back to the orchard, Shane's engine stalled whilst going up at the level crossing. His driver tried turning the key to start his engine again, but he was no use. All it did was splouser and chug and Shane wouldn't move. I knew this would happen one day with the old redgid old engine. The driver grumbled. Why did it have to be now? Don't blame me, snap. If you're maintaining me, matter we won't be in this mess. But are we better off using Trevor and release he's reliable? In the distance, they could hear the sound of a train of blue train. Boca blasted his horn to warn Trevor get the crossing to stop and let him pass. But he had no idea that Shane was stuck on the crossing. The driver weighed furiously if Boca's cab to warn them, but he was no good. Boca's driver slammed on the brakes and the weight of the trucks propelled him forward regardless. Shane's driver ran for cover, leaving Shane shouting in terror. Boca finally stopped the train and his crew jumped down to see what had happened. Shane lay in the bushes looking whole to pieces and groaning miserably in pain. There's ever been alright, Boca called back. I only wish it were for the driver. We've given that tractor a good ad bump. Boca and his train were taking on to the station by dawn. But Shane was lifted from the bushes by a crane and taken away for a full inspection. When he reached the junction, the fat controller spoke to Boca. The accident wasn't your fault, Boca. There was nothing you could have done to prevent it, so don't feel too bad. Here's hoping you've knocked some sense into that and already tracked her at long last. Chugal ledward. He was going to the works and have your front end mended at once. The fat controller continued. That tractor has caused no end of trouble throughout his stay. But sir, Boca begged, who will help out here? The fat controller smiled. There's one engineer who will be suitable and he thinks he's deserving of a branch line of his own. I may as well let James see what branch line running entails. And besides, a wage of the other mainline engines can manage without him. Traver finished the last of the runs to the market on his own. And chuffed home feeling very pleased with himself. On his way, he stopped to see Boca. Shane was sedentary quieter when they got him back to the Vigorage. Boca was still felt rather guilty. Is he repairable? Oh yes, a few months and he'll be right at rain again. But I wager he'll be a different tractor altogether now that you've knocked some sense into him. So I did good after all then, my Boca. Trevor chuckled. You certainly did. But by accident, you might say.