A Real Train-ing School

This is the Story of Anthony Wayne.
your every day average young boy down the lane.
He lived in a two story red brick house
with his mother Maddy, who was his father Gus' spouse.

He was a smart little boy, with hight self esteem.
No wonder he became captain of the school baseball team.
He also was really kindhearted as well.
Not afraid to ever come out of shell
and be open with others, even a crowd.
That made most of his acquintances rather proud.
But sometimes, I'm afraid that being nice can't save you.
But money I'm afraid can certainly deprave you.
Deprave means make wicked for those who are dumb
or still little babies sucking their thumbs

His parents  ran a factory for a brand tooth paste
that for a while quite  afine thing to taste.
So things started well, that's plain to see,
for this happy American upper class family.
But then Maddy's spending sent the business debt.
On the verge of bankruptcy, they constantly wept.
The two certainly did not find it fine
that all of their profits were beginning to decline!
You see, they wanted money! In check or cash
so that they could spend it and then make a dash
for the lovely islands in pretty Tahiti.
Yes, I do think that is rather greedy.
So to do that, they had their son Anthony Wayne
sent to McGoiter school to be trained.
Trained to be a doctor? Trained to be a lawyer?
Trained to avoid a life like idle Tom Sawyer?
No, none of those things are what Anthony was trained.
So I guess now you’ll want it to be properly explained.
I'll tell you a tale more frightening than a ghoul:
the terrible secret of the McGoiter training school!

It all started one Monday Morning at eight.
Anthony woke up feeling really quite great.
He took a nice shower and brushed his nice teeth
to show off to his parents in the kitchen down beneath
the bedroom where he slept and woke up to their hellos.
before packing his lunch with carrots and jellos.

But on this particular morning, luck would turn bad
for this plucky go-lucky happy young lad.
On this day and the next, there would be strife!
Strife that would forever change his life!
Yes, we've all encountered strife at one point or another,
but have you ever had it caused by your father and mother?!
I assume you have not, but pardon me if I'm wrong.
Alright, no more rambling. Now let's move along.
As Anthony was walking down each step of stair,
he got something that give him quite a big scare.

“Anthony Wayne!” his father yelled as his greeting.
“Come into the kitchen for a family meeting!”

Anthony came down and saw his parents looking cross.
“Uh-oh.” he thought. “I ticked off the boss.”

“Sit down.” his mom said with a scary death glare.
So Anthony reluctantly pulled up a chair.
While his mother stared at him with no hint of grace,
his father shoved a white piece of paper in face.

“This is your third bad report card!” his father shouted mad.
“You said you’d do better, but your grades are still bad!”

“Dad, you don’t understand.” Anthony said defense.
“My teacher Mrs. Nicholson doesn’t make any sense!
She never tells us what to study directly from the book!
She always just tells us to look look and look!
I try to find the info in the chapters she gives!
But she’ll never tell us the right thing as long as she lives!"

“You’re a big boy now Anthony.” said his father not happy.
“If she kept helping you out, it would be really sappy.
So we’ve made a decision, your mother and I.
We both are going to give you just one final try.
On your big test next week, you must make an A.
Or we’ll have no choice but to send you away."

“AWAY?!” cried Anthony. “Away to where?!”

“Away to a special school for two weeks with care.”

"It's the McGoiter training school." his mother explained.
"For kids who perform poorly, they help them get trained."

“Train me?” asked Anthony. “Train me for what?”
“To do better in math? To take care of mutts?”

“It’s a surprise.” his mom said. “But you’ll get trained alright.
Now time to go to school. We refuse to start a fight."

So when Anthony was off on the yellow school bus,
his mother gave a grin. “Shall we call the school Gus?”
After making sure that they were alone,
the couple went straight for the only house phone.

“Terrysville Elementary school, Mrs. Nicholson here.”

“Our little son Anthony is filled with big fear!”

“Excellent!” she said with a very nasty grin.
“I’ll make sure that he fails the test over the men
who fought years ago in the great Civil War!
Then you can send him right out the door
to McGoiter's training school. This will be great!
I’d love to talk more, but for class I am late.”

His parents both smiled, for they both knew
that Nicholson was being hard on their son. Yes it’s true!
For his parents WANTED him at the new training school!
But not to keep him from turning into a mule!
But wasn't necessarily that they did not ''him''.
They just did not want to keep making profits that were slim
They wanted money, they wanted fun.
They wanted it more than the safety of their son.
It's a sad but true fact that even people sweet as honey
can be turned totally submissive with the promise of money.

You see, McGoiter's training school had secret which was dark
It trained kids not in a way your brain would ever spark.
It needed them for a secret future plan.
You'll have to wait to know what it is if you can.
And Mrs. Nicholson knew about this why?
Cause she was really McGoiter's spy!
She went to be a teacher at multiple schools
using fake references and documents to look cool.
Then in student's neighborhoods known to be seedy
she sought out parents who were selfish and greedy
and offered for their kids a ton of cash in their place!
If they refused, then their memories she'd erase!
OF course most  of the parents angrily refused,
which left Mrs. Nicholson really confused.
Why someone chose a worthless little brat
over a chance to get rich like lickedy-splat?
I know the answer's obvious, but she's evil you see.
Dreamed of world domination when she was only three!
But she and McGoiter knew that  the world is so big
there would be some willing to. Some greedy old pigs!
And at this particular school, as you can probably guess,
Anthony's parents were the only ones who said yes!

So when Anthony arrived at school that day,
he sat at his desk and put his things away.
Then put his feet down on the classroom floor,
totally unaware of the danger in store.

“Good morning pupils.” Mrs. Nicholson said.
“Now no falling asleep, this isn’t your bed.
The Civil War test is a week from today,
so each of you now must find a good way
to study with a partner. Each of you do
a piece of the project before we are through
with the Civil War study. Now choose my kids."
So they each tried to find one they matched their own ids.
Mrs. N. knew she was going to have fun,
enacting "Operation sabotage Anthony phase one"!

“Oh Anthony!” Mrs. Nicholson called out loud.

“Yes Mrs. Nicholson?” Anthony asked like a cloud.

"I must ask that you take these papers to Mr. Magow."

“But we all are choosing our partners right now!”

“Well that is too bad. I need you to go.”
So Anthony left feeling really quite low.
Having a partner would make studying so much more easy
Studying alone for her tests made his voice rather weasey.

"I'll just go real quick." young Anthony thought.
"For time is something I've got quite a lot."

Upon arriving at Magow's office, he knocked on his door.
Which only brought problems that grew more and more!

"May I help you Mr. Wayne?" Magow asked with a frown.
"These papers are for you." Anthony said wanting to leave town.

"I did not ask for papers! This was all just lies!
And any student in my school who ever tries
to get out of class without an excused reason
is guilty, in my book, of horrible treason!"

"Mrs. N sent me here!" Anthony protested.
"There never will come a time where I will be bested
by a mere child! I'll call her right now!"
Then he dialed the phone, that mean old Magow!

"She says she did not! Detention for a week!
For lying and framing a teacher! How meak!"

Whether Magow was involved, I never will know.
But I do know one thing: Anthony felt even more low!

Poor Anthony trotted back to class confused
about why he had been wrongly accused.
And by the time the poor little boy had gotten back
to his studying classroom, alas and alack,
every single partner in the classroom was gone!
Mrs. Nicholson grinned like an innocent swan.

“Oh what a pity.” she maliciously said.
“You’ll just study alone with your little dumb head!”

Anthony thought he was being mistreated!
And indeed he was (though not physcially beated!)

Anthony was shocked his teacher was being so mean!
He wanted to smack her till she painfully turned green!
But wanting to avoid a month of detention
he was able to resist (though barely I must mention).

Needless to say, his folks were not pleased
when they found out he supposedly had eased
his way out of class, and blamed his teacher.
Acting as if he had insulted a preacher!

This behavior is not making your case any better!
If you don't pass that test, I hope you're not a bed wetter!
Cause you'll be in big trouble, besides going to that new school!
Now go up and study! And stop acting like a fool!"

Anthony slumped upstairs, with no partner or buddy
to help quiz him and help him study!
But did he give up? No, not this student!
He wanted to prove that he was not impudent!
After searching the net, he found a great study site!
It was called Quizlet! And for the rest of the night
he studied all the facts needed for the test!
Not even once did ever take a rest!
He studied like no one ever studied before!
His parents secretly watched him worried through the door.

“I think he might pass!” his mom said afraid.
“And if that happens, then we won’t get paid!”

“Not if he has to take the test early!”
his dad pointed out and his mom looked real girly.

“Oh I love that idea! He won’t stand a chance!
Then we can sell the brat and finally dance
on beautiful island in lovely Tahiti!
Come on, let's go celebrate my sweetie!" l

So the next day, Anthony smiled when arrived at the school.
The test next week would be a day at the pool!

“Anthony.” Mrs. Nicholson said to the boy.
“I’m impressed with your studying. For you it’s a toy!”

“Thank you Mrs. N!” Anthony said rather proudly.

"And now I've something to tell you." she said rather loudly.

"YOU’RE TAKING THE TEST HERE AND RIGHT NOW!”

“But the test is next week! Oh man! Oh yeow!”

“Your parents requested that you take it today!
You have just three seconds! Now get on your way!
Three, two, one! Oh I’m sorry, you failed!
You get a zero! And your parents will be mailed
the failing grade that you earned on this test!
Oh I really don’t think that you are trying your best!"

"But that’s so unfair!” little Anthony cried.
"I had just three seconds, that’s not very wide!"

“Tough shit Anthony! My grade is final!
And soon you'll be just like a toy made from Lionel!"

The rest of the class was staring in fear
"Don't mention this, and no homework for the rest of the year!"

Anthony sighed. Now he had no one to prove
that he was unfairly tested, and he would no doubt move
to that new school his parents had threatened him with.
Very likely on that day! Tuesday, March fifth!
You'd think he'd realize that something was up.
Three seconds for test is clearly sabotage. Yup.
But no, not even suspicious by his parents request
that he take the test today, he just felt like rust
as a felt sorry for what was in store,
when he got home from school and walked through the door.

So when he arrived home, his parents just glared.
They knew that his test was not very well fared.
And then his dad said like a grinder of meat,
"Anthony, that's the last straw! Our decision's complete!
We're taking you to that school for your own good!
Otherwise you'll grow up with a mind made of wood!
Now get in the car! We're leaving right now!"

“Do it.” said his mother. “Don’t be a cow.”

“But dad...” Anthony started, trying to explain
to his dad why he failed and he hoped he would gain
sympathy if they were to learn the truth.
What awful dilemas we give to our youth!

But not wanting to be accused of lying again,
he reluctantly and sadly pleaded guilty to the sin!

"I've something to do." Gus said turning his back.
"Follow your mom to the car, there's no need to pack."

Gus ran to the front door with excitment and glee
while Maddy jealous she couldn't show hers in front of Anthony
led her son to the car and feigned disappointment
that he failed his test, hiding her sun burn ointment.

"I'm disappointed in you Anthony." said Maddy feigning wrath.
"History's not a subject excusable to fail like math!"

Poor Anthony made absolutely no protest.
For he knew it wouldn't stop him from leaving the nest.
His mom would never believe that a school teacher would
think three seconds for a test is a time that is good!
But she knew the truth, and so did his husband!
I've also heard that one of them might have told their cousin!

Gus before joing them, and thinking his retirement was in store,
put up a FOR SALE SIGN and locked the front door.

So the family took off, both his parents and him.
While they had looks of satifiscation, his look was rather grim.
They soon were out of their lovely home city.
Away from their friends and their light happy deities.

They drove several hours, from one place to another,
with excitement coming from his father and mother.
Soon Anthony felt sweat pouring down on his shirt,
and saw they were in the middele of a desert!

"This is where the school is?" Anthony asked in surprise,
as the hot sun beamed down from up in the skies.

"That's correct Anthony." Gus said as eager
and a fan who saw a catch made by their favorite sports leaguer.

"Hey, there's the school!" Maddy said,
pointing to an island in the distance ahead.

"No, THAT'S the school!" gus Gus quickly said
pointing to a building that was scarlet red.

"Then what's that island over there?" Anthony asked, confused a smidge.
And why is it connected to the school by a bridge?"

"All questions will be answer, by the school dean."
said Gus real quickly and not looking to keen.


When they pulled in, a man welcomed them there.
“Welcome to my academy! Please enter with care!”

"Are you Mr. McGoiter?” Anthony’s mother inquired.

“Yes I am madame. And your boy looks inspired.”

“Charmed.” Anthony as politely as he could,
hoping common courtesy would do him some good.

"Now come on all of you. To the school we must enter!"
Anthony could not believe this guy was his mentor!
He also couldn't believe his parents were willin
to send him to a school, run by a guy who look like James Bond villain!
He had cropped gray hair, and a very long nose.
And shoes that almost showed his toes!
He wore spectacles, and a sleazy brown suit.
He looked like a guy only interested in loot!
He was also real tall, at least six foot seven.
He looked like a man who would enjoy 9/11!
But with no choice but enter the school
he followed the grownups, as slow as a mule.

The hall was real quiet. But it did look nice.
But with good appearances, you should often think twice.
And it wasn't long before Anthony found
That there was literally no one else around!
No teachers, no kids, not a soul was in sight,
Save for the three who were walking to his right.

And then our hero young Anthoyn Wayne,
Heard the whistle of an old steam train!

"Did you hear that? Is there a train around here?"

"My boy, no train track is anywhere near
this wonderful prep school! Don't be a fool!"
said McGoiter trying to act really cool.

As they walked down the hall, passing each door,
Anthony's uncertainty grew more and more.
Why did his parents want him tested that day
when they said they wanted him to do well and stay?
And why were his parents both grinning with excitment?
He felt he really needed some serious enlightment!

"Alright! There's the room!" Anthony's mom cried ambitiously.

"What's in there?" Anthony asked suspiciously.

After McGoiter and Gus gave Maddy a glare,
Gus patted his son and stroked his brown hair.

"We've a surprise for you Anthony my son!
You'll really love it! It'll be lots of fun!"

Now let’s all step in here!” McGoiter said with a grin.
“This here is our own personal little science den!””

They stopped at a brown door that looked hard as steel.
Not anything that could be carried by wheels.
The smug look on McGoiter's face filled Anthony with fear!
"No, that's alright! I'll just wait out here!"

"You must see this room before you can start school.
It's not just our policy. It's also our rule."

"Come on Anthony. You've got us both with you."
his mother sweetly. However, if you
think that would help in this case...think again!
Don't bet on that! You would not win!

Anthony nodded and followed the group
into the big scary room! Good god, what a dupe!

Anthony looked around with absolute shock.
He also didn’t notice when McGoiter turned the lock.
It was like a mad science lab! With test tubes and beakers!
Then someone grabbed him by his new Nikee sneakers,
and strapped him down onto a metal table!
“Hey, what are you doing?!” he cried looking unstable.

McGoiter strolled to Anthony and gave him a smile
that made Anthony want to run for at least a good mile
“It's time to be trained, like all the other kids!
With a drug made from chemicals earned in nice auction bids!"

“Mom, dad, help me!” little Anthony cried.
“Sorry son, we're getting money! But do enjoy the ride!”

Anthony looked shocked at his parents cruel words!
They were grinning at him like a pile of terds!

After checking to see that Anthony was secure,
he called for a scientist. A man who would stir
total fear if you saw if him right by you!
You'd be so scared, and wondering why you
were stuck this horrible awful man!
Please comment what you would do if you can.

As the man approached Anthony, he felt his heart racing!
(sorry if the story seems lazy in pacing).
The man carried a beaker with a scary green vile
(though no nearly as scary as McGoiter's smile)!
He then poured the vile into an booster
and then as quick as a swift morning rooster
he  held out Anthony's helpless little arm
and injected a scary green vile with charm!
Anthony felt sick, like he was going to barf
like the time he got the flu from wearing his sick grandpa's scarf!
But then he felt paralyzed! He couldn’t at all move!
And his luck sadly wasn't going to improve!

McGoiter smiled and counted to two.
And Anthony suddenly shouted out, "CHOO CHOO!"
And that wasn't all that came out of his lips!
There also came smoke! Like from the smokestacks of ships!

Anthony gasped! "Did that come out of me?!"
"That's right little boy." the injector said with glee!

McGoiter unstrapped Anthony and said with a grin,
"We shall now watch the lad's transformation begin!"

Anthony was confused by what McGoiter just said.
But then he felt a horrible pain in his head!
And that horrible pain in his head then led
to something shocking pop out of head!
A tall train smokestack! An orange one no less!
You thought it was blue? Well, that was also my guess.
Anthony then doubled down on all fours
as sweat was gushing out from all of his pours.
He then noticed has hands felt unnaturally round!
When he looked at them with horror, he shockingly found
that they had transformed into the wheels of a train!
But that sadly was not the end of his pain!
He felt his head merging right into his body!
He know knew for a fact that the "kind" McGoiter was a fraudy!
As his new smokestack let out a second bust of steam,
his skin suddenly hardened and he let out a scream!
It grew harder and harder and then turned to metal!
The pain was worse than touching a burning tea kettle!
His survival in question, he suddenly doubted,
but that was interupted when he suddenly sprouted
an extra set of train wheels which followed the first!
But the last transformation phase was undoubtably the worst!
His lower half was suddenly sprouting a fireplace!
The burning brought much more pain to his face!


"Mommy, daddy, what’s going on?!”

“Don’t worry!" cried his mother. "Your pain won’t be long!
You’re being trained! Being train engined!
Then you’ll live here to train to a real proper engine!"

His dad gave a frown. "That was a pretty weak rhyme."
"Hey, I'm not Dr. Seuss! Nothing else came to mind!"

"I can see." said McGoiter. "That you don't understand.
“Let me explain it to you my good man.
I'm the president of the MgGoiter Railway.
A rail business that runs both by night and by day.
But our engineer salaries cut into our riches
But letting trains drive themselves lead them rich into ditches!
So we thought of a very easy and creative way
to avoid having to give engineers a big pay:
We create anthropomorphic engines! Ones that live!
Ones that talk and ones that give
all of us totally free and long hard work!
I don’t give a shit that I’m being jerk!
We cannot however, make sentient beings out of nothing!
Only God can do that (no I’m not bluffing!)
So we must make them out of regular people.
And made a serum that was not lethal
to do that purpose with effective care.
But there was one problem that we've had to bare:
kidnapping people would send the police after us!
They'd be after us faster than busy city bus!
So we figured, "maybe we can convince parents to sell
us their kids for money! And it works like a bell!
Mrs. N goes to be a teacher at their school,
acting for my plan as the main tool.
She makes sure they fail, because people would wonder,
why kids were being sent my school who weren't blunders!
(in the head that is).
Plus using children as our specimens works rather well!
They still aren't fully educated, so you can probably tell
that they're going to work harder if trained to be engines
while still in their youth, while grownups would cringe in
merely one second after being transformed!
You do learn a lot when you carefully brainstorm!
So you’re going to be taken you dumb little fool
To our new baby locomotive training school!
You’ll live as a train for the rest of your life!
But maybe one day, you’ll get a lovely train wife!"

Anthony looked at his parents, his eyes filled with tears.
"Don't you guys love me?" he asked in their ears.

"We're both really sorry." said mother with love.
"You really are a great kid, as sweet as a dove.
But a chance to get filthy rich is quite rare!
So please understand we thought about this with care.
Yes we do love you Anthony, but the world owes us a living!
And you only make money in life by being giving!"

"That's not what they meant by being giving mom!"

"Says who?" asked McGoiter in a voice that was calm.

"You're totally insane!" Anthony screamed at McGoiter.

"Nobody likes a nasty finger pointer."

“Well son." said his father. "Hope ya don’t have much strife!
Your mother and I are off to enjoy life
in Tahiti, with all our newly earned money!
Now see you around! Let’s get going honey!"

“That ain't happening!” McGoiter said with a grin.
And then two guards blocked the exit to the den

“Hey, what’s going on here?!” Anthony's father demanded.
“You let us go now! Or your face will be branded
as the new cover of our failing tooth paste factory!
A big mean guy who hurts people with glee!"

McGoiter, not intimidated by that rather silly threat,
smiled at Anthony's parents who were really upset.

"I can’t let you leave!” he said like a pie.
"If you'll sit down, I will explain why!
Your guilt might cause your greed to cease!
And then you would no doubt go tell the police
about what we really do with our pupils!
And then we'd have problems would just quadruple!
They'd shut down our business and put me in jail!
And there's very little chance that I would get bail!
So we have something else for the couples we dupe
into selling us their kids, to keep them both cooped!
You two will be transformed into something as well!
Mr. Wayne, you'll be a whistle, and Mrs. Wayne, you'll be a bell!
You'll be attached to your son once you have changed,
and just a heads up: you might feel deranged!"

"You backstabbing traitor!" Anthony's mom screamed.

"Guilty as charged." MgGoiter proudly beamed.

Then with a clap of the hands, the injector returned,
who was quite scary as we had learned.

"Stay away from us!" Gus cried making two fists.
But up from behind them, a brute grabbed their wrists
and flung them both over onto the ground
and then tazed them both! It made a ZAAAAPPPP sound!

While they were immobile, the injector took their arms
And then once again with magnificent charms
injected two scary BLUE viles this time!
He has more experience in medicine than I do in rhyme.

Gus and Maddy then sat up straight in the air,
while McGoiter watched  pleased and Anthony with a scare!
And then sound effects starting to sing,
Gus went "TOOT TOOT!" and Maddy went "RING RING!"
Then the two of them suddenly started to transform
as fast a lightning strike in a thunderstorm!
First their whole bodies vanished, leaving only their heads
which were shocking since most decapitated victims are dead!
Then their skin turned to metal, causing frowns to sprout.
Then Gus become skinny and maddy became stout.
After finishing such they were picked up with glee
and attached to the now trainified little Anthony.
Yes Anthony was now a little steam engine,
who was the color orange, as I’ve already mentioned.

McGoiter then hit a button and and then the cold floor
revealed a railway leading right through a door.

"Now time to go to the REAL training school."
McGoiter said to Anthony like he was a fool.

He then drove Anthony out of the door,
hit another button, and the walls, save for the Lab, vanished into the floor!
Some goons gathered the floor boards into a sack.
Anthony was surprised when he looked back.

"Oh my gosh!" Anthony cried with a really huge take.
"That building we were just in was really a fake!"

"It's a decoy for when the victims and their parents first arrive here."
McGoiter explained. "And now we're
traveling over this bridge to the island of McGoiter!
A wonderful town! With lots of loiters!
And now I think I should tell you that,
I'm not a nice railway president, like Sir Tophamm Hatt!
You behave badly, or pull trains too slow,
the steam engine scrapyard is where you will go!"

After nodded ut then in plain sight,
was a giant roundhouse, made of green cement not white.
McGoiter drove Anthony to the roundhouse
where the other kids turned into train engines were busy like a mouse.
They were all different colors, pink, green, blue and yellow.
They looked like a rainbow, all sweet and mellow.
They were all talking and then they all saw
Anthony come in and they all looked with appall
that a couple McGoiter went through much trouble to fool
had been bribed into sending their kid to the school!

“This here is Anthony.” McGoiter announced.
And then on top of his platform he bounced
and took the stairs up to a big door.
It was his planning room. Room Six hundred and four.

“So you’re Anthony huh?” a little blue engine said.
“My name is Allison. But my name can be read
right here on my boiler. And so can yours.
They'll also put your name above your roundhouse door.

Anthony stared at her with eyes full of tears!
And who could blame him that poor little dear?

Allison gave him a real kind look.
Like the kid a mother gives while reading a book.

"I also was freaked out when I first turned into a train!
It was an experience that gave me quite a lot of pain!
But you'll learn to like it after a while!"
Anthony said with a real sweet smile.

"You mean you were once a human too?"
Anthony asked the engine who was blue.

"We all were human kids." Allison explained.
"All with same origins of being trained.
Mrs. N. offered our parents a ton of cash,
which they accepted as quick as a flash!
Ms. N. rigged our tests so we'd be sent here
and we were transformed into engines and we're
all trapped as train engines forever and ever.
McGoiter didn't make an antidote, which was really quite clever.
After changing our parents into whistles and bells
they took us to this roundhouse where we all dwell.

"That's exactly what just happened to me!"
Anthony said as quick as a bee.

“Well, I’ll be your friend.” kind little Allison said.
“So will I.” said an engine who was the color red.

“Who are you?” Anthony asked excited.
“Another kid whom by my parents was spited
when they sent me here but became a bell and whistle.
They feel much regret, it hurts worse than bristles!
But my real name is Eric. What’s yours little orange?"

“Anthony.” he said. “And I grow a nice sporange
back in my classroom that you really should see."

“A sporange?” asked Eric. “What could that possible be?”

“It’s a kind of plant.” Anthony said smiling.
This new friendship was all worth whiling!

But Anthony’s parents both felt very sad,
about all the greediness they had!
They were perfectly willing to give up their son
for money and a life of just nonstop fun!

“Anthony.” his mom said to him gently
“What do you want?” Anthony asked rather dently.

“We both are real sorry for what we tried to do!
We let our desires get our love more than you!
But you must understand little Anthony honey,
that Mrs. Nicholson came with a truck full of money
and said we could have it if we gave you up!
We aren’t made of iron just cause we're grownup!"

“But we hope you’ll forgive us.” his father said sadly.
“For treating you Anthony really rather badly."

“I...I don’t know you guys...you really hurt me.”

“We won’t ever again! We promise with glee!”

“Well...okay!” Anthony said with a nice little grin.
“God always says we must forgive sin!"

“I forgive you guys too.” Allison said
to her whistle and bell parents who were unfortunately dead,
as they committed suicide after being transformed
into the the bell and whistle that their daughter had worn.

But the next day, all the little engines were taken to school
and that day they were taught all the important rules.
Anthony no longer learns history and math.
As he is now on a whole different life path.
He studies how to travel through underground tunnels safely,
as the tunnels are not made of paisley.
He also studies the rules of the track,
things that no proper engine should lack,
like green flag means go, red flag means stop.
If you go through a red flag, you’ll be scrapped in a plop!
He learned how to screech when stopping, how to blow whistles at the curb.
His parents were grateful to help, or so I've heard.
But the must important rule, all engines knows in their gut
is stay on the rails no matter what!

His teacher is a retired old engineer
named Fransworth Jojo McStanningtofreer.
He's a nice old guy, unlike Mrs. N and McGoiter
who feeds the engines coal and fixing their boilers.

Anthony, Eric and Allison are all best friends.
Despite competing for the position at the end
of their training to be cross country engines
when McGoiter's talking train program gets special mention.
As for their parents..they often fight
over which one of them is definetely right
about their kids becoming the more famous engine,
(save for Allison's dead ones, as I already mentioned).
Anthony quickly accepted life as a train,
the Wayne locomotive he hoped he'd be named
when graduating from the school and becoming a star
for pulling all sorts of wonderful train cars.
So on this day, little Anthony is training
to be a proud steam engine, even when it is raining!
And he’s encouraged by his happy and reformed two parents
to do the best he can, like a happy orange carrot!
So Anthony's gonna be a big steam engine one day!
Working on the railroad just to past the time away!