One day, I pulled in at the station. The girls were there. Joshua: Hi girls, how's it going? Blossom: All is well. How about you? Joshua: It's going good for me. During our conversation, my driver noticed something wrong with my brakes (I felt ill and I went to the works before this). He got off the footplate and checked me all over. The fireman got off and talked to the driver. Little did they know that my brakes were not on. It was at this moment that they realized it, when I felt my wheels started to move. I tried to stop, but without my driver or fireman, I couldn't. I tried whistling, but that didn't work either. And I couldn't ask the conductor, he was not in the brake coach. They were all stranded on the platform, along with the passengers! Joshua: Uh oh! That's not a good sign! And before I could say anything else, I was moving faster, much to the girls' shock. Joshua: What should I do? I can't stop! HELP! HELP! Blossom: C'mon girls! Time to take action!
