OddThomasguy

Our story is about a boy who always visited a small railway up in the hills; it only had tank engines. The boy knew this railway since he was just a baby. His mother always took him to places by riding the trains on this railway everyday. He started visiting the railway on his own when he was five. He befriended many trains, yet he always loved to be with one special red tank engine named Patch. One day, a young boy came to the shunting yards of the railway that his mother used to ride the trains to work or go places with him. The shunting yards seem quite empty; it had trucks, but they kept disappearing one by one everyday, even the coaches