Synopsis

He possessed a keenness for sound, a knack for making noise that often exceeded expectation. It wasn’t merely whistling; it was a full-throated blast, capable of rivaling the loudest horns. This talent, however, came with a gentle reprimand from the Fat Controller: to reserve such displays for appropriate moments. Yet, Percy wrestled with a dilemma. The boisterous calls of his fellow engines – Thomas and Bert, often disruptive – had a way of drawing attention, sometimes at the expense of others.