Synopsis

He was a small engine, and it was known throughout the sheds that he was not well-liked. The Fat Controller’s engines held a collective disdain for him, a sentiment Duck had been told repeatedly. “They all hate you,” he’d been warned. Edward gently corrected this, offering a friendly smile and an invitation to work alongside him. Together, they strained against a heavy freight train as they ascended Gordon's Hill. The climb was arduous, the engine’s pistons pumping with every ounce of strength.