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The trains have all been talking - swapping times and places, stories names and faces as we're sleeping ever night. I thought it wasn't right, at first, that they should be so friendly; it really bent my brain a bit, and gave me quite a fright to think that all this time I'd thought the trains had just been sitting there, inanimately waiting there for people to bring life to all their circuits, gears and wheels, to all their speakers doors and lights, while actually they've all been swapping stories in the dead of night.
It wasn't that I thought they shouldn't - all have got the right, from the loudest of the millionaires to softest of the mice. It wasn't that I thought they couldn't - we've all heard their voices, as they clitter-clatter, toot and shriek along their tracks with all their might.
Just why'd they only do it while the rest of us were sleeping? Why such whispers at such times, tucked so out of sight? I admit I got a little shiver - got a little fright to see them all there feigning sleep and scheming in the dead of night.
I know you'll think I'm crazy - "How preposterous!" you'll say. "What kind of person sees some whisp'ring, straight away assumes it's scheming, even when it's trains who'r talking, even in the dead of night?" Hey, I wasn't raised a fool - my country raised me right, and I've been taught from birth to recognise the scheming type. See, I saw they did a lot of winking. Saw they did a lot of thinking. Saw they did a lot of shifting slitted eyes from left to right. One of them had graffiti art sprayed all along its side - another had a beard of rust and really looked a sight.
Anyone who's anyone can see that this means trouble. Anyone who's anyone can see it's time for flight when shifty-eyed and bearded trains all get to talking late at night.
It wasn't that I thought they shouldn't - all have got the right, from the loudest of the millionaires to softest of the mice. It wasn't that I thought they couldn't - we've all heard their voices, as they clitter-clatter, toot and shriek along their tracks with all their might.
Just why'd they only do it while the rest of us were sleeping? Why such whispers at such times, tucked so out of sight? I admit I got a little shiver - got a little fright to see them all there feigning sleep and scheming in the dead of night.
I know you'll think I'm crazy - "How preposterous!" you'll say. "What kind of person sees some whisp'ring, straight away assumes it's scheming, even when it's trains who'r talking, even in the dead of night?" Hey, I wasn't raised a fool - my country raised me right, and I've been taught from birth to recognise the scheming type. See, I saw they did a lot of winking. Saw they did a lot of thinking. Saw they did a lot of shifting slitted eyes from left to right. One of them had graffiti art sprayed all along its side - another had a beard of rust and really looked a sight.
Anyone who's anyone can see that this means trouble. Anyone who's anyone can see it's time for flight when shifty-eyed and bearded trains all get to talking late at night.