Synopsis

Thomas was thoroughly displeased. James was gathering flour for a children’s party, and Thomas, instead of assisting, found himself relegated to shunting trucks. In a fit of pique, he slammed the flour truck, the impact sending the door swinging open and a cloud of white powder erupting. He hurried to find a replacement, but the mill was already closed. Yet, a glimmer of hope remained: another truck, laden with flour, sat nestled behind a stack of empty trailers.