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Rebecca and Murdoch

One morning, Murdoch was puffing into Vicarstown Sheds to rest before his next train, when he saw a certain cheerful, yellow tender engine in the left berth. “Oh, uh, hello” said Murdoch kindly, “I’ve never seen you before, you must be new.” “Weeeell, actually, I have worked on Thomas’ branch line for 6 months. That’s probably why you’ve never seen me and- Oh sorry, I’m Rebecca by the way.” “Um, Rebecca. Right.” Murdoch didn’t expect her to be so lively and full of energy. “Ah Murdoch, you’re here.” called The Fat Controller. He pulled onto the turntable in Winston, with an urgent job. “For the past few days, there had been some terrible fog over the sea, so a huge shipment of steel girders to Scotland has been delayed.” “So,” continued the Fat Controller, “to try and make up for lost time, I need you and Rebecca to transport the girders from here to Brendam. Do you think you can handle that, Rebecca?” “Delivering steel? With a big, strong engine like Murdoch? Oh yes please sir.” she