Near the end of the line is a large station. It connects with the large railway that spread throughout the country. Many larger, fancier engines would come through with passengers and freight. Most were kind, one however was not. Edgar was pulling freight down to the station, leaving them in the yard. Eventually, all of it was brought down. 

“Where’s the engine?” Edgar asked, “They’ll be late if they dont get here soon.”

Almost as command, a large steam engine chuffed into the yard. He then let off steam loudly as he approached the cars. 

“My my,” he said, “Did you bring these for me little one?”

“I did,” Edgar replied, “They’re from my railroad.”

“Good job little diesel,” the large engine boasted, “Now it’s time for a real engine to work.”

“A real engine?” Edgar retorted, “You’re barely a real engine. You look like two engines welded together!”

“More wheels means more power,” said the engine, “Making me one of the most powerful engines you’ll ever see little diesel.”

“I have a name you know!” Edgar was extremely upset at this point, “Edgar! Not a little diesel!”

“A quaint name for a quaint engine,” the large engine replied, “I however am a grand engine, with a grand name.”

“Oh yeah?” Edgar mocked, “Then what is your name?”

“Bradford,” he said, “I am one of the best engines around.”

“One of the best?” Edgar replied, “You’re a steam engine though. Diesels are far superior.”
“Diesels are about as revolutionary as 

The engine let off a loud whistle before starting his journey. 

As Edgar was returning home, Bradford was thundering along the line. Eventually he began to slow, stopping in a siding.

“What’s this for?” He boomed, “We’ll be late!”

“Don’t worry,” said his driver, “We’re making great time, a short stop won’t hurt.”

“I’d like to be early,” the engine complained. 

He waited as an express rushed by, whistling happily. Once he passed, the signal turned green allowing Bradford to leave.

“We’ll have to make up for lost time!” Bradford started rushing ahead with the cars following behind. Eventually he was diverted off the mainline, onto a loop. He didn’t notice, and neither did his driver.

Edgar arrived back at the sheds that night, backing into the shed. He finished up other work from the day, however it only helped sour his mood. He was complaining to Arnold before the old steam engine snapped back.

“Oh calm down,” Arnold said, “He’s just a mainline engine. They’re always rude.”

“It’s unacceptable!” Edgar groaned. Just then, they heard people complaining in the yard. “Now there’s another issue to deal with!”

As Edgar purred into the yard, he couldn’t help but laugh. Bradford was in the yard with the train Edgar brought for him.

“This must be Iowa,” said the large engine, “I thought the journey would be more than a day.”

“This isn’t Iowa!” Laughed Edgar, “You looped around to the wrong railroad!”

Bradford was humiliated. “You’ll have to wait here,” said his driver, “it’s too late for me to keep taking you, and their sheds are much too small!”

Edgar and Arnold laughed at the poor engine, hoping for it to rain. Luckily for Bradford, it didn’t.