Timothy was on the mainland getting repaired. The other engines, overworked from his absence, asked the Brass Hat for a replacement engine. One morning, Arnold pulled into the station.

“I’ve been pulling my goods trains every night and Timothy’s goods trains every evening,” Arnold complained, “I haven’t gotten any rest in three days!”

“Luckily for you,” a familiar voice said, “There’s going to be a few changes here.”

Arnold looked towards the platform. By his front was The Brass Hat, standing as proudly as ever.

“Changes sir?” Arnold asked.

“Yes,” the controller replied, “I’ve ordered a new engine to come and help. She should be here by tomorrow.”

“Thank goodness!” Arnold huffed, “The sooner the better. I don’t want to break down like Timothy.”

The Brass Hat chuckled as he walked away. 

That evening, the controller heard a loud horn from the yard. Edgar usually hooted as he entered, so he ignored it. A few moments later however, the loud horn was heard again. The Brass Hat, upset, stormed out into the yard.

“What is the meaning of this commotion?” He yelled as he turned the corner.

“I’m sorry sir,” an engine said, “I’m a little lost. I was told to find the big station?”

She was a dark blue engine with white stripes along her side. She was more square shaped than Edgar, but looked much stronger.

“I presume you’re the engine I ordered?” The Brass Hat eventually asked.

“I am,” the engine replied, “My name is Morpho. It’s been quite a journey to get here sir, but I’ll be ready to work by tomorrow!”

“Well then Morpho,” said the brass hat, “You go rest. I’ll give you some jobs tomorrow.”

Morpho blared her horn, then hummed away to the sheds.

The next morning, Morpho arrived in the yard. She had been told to take a goods train up to the branch lines. Steven was waiting in the yard. He had just finished shunting Timothy’s and Arnold’s supply runs..

“I’m guessing you’re this yard’s switcher?” Morpho asked.

“I am,” Steven answered, “I’m guessing you’re one of those mainland engines.”

“I'm from the mainland,” Morpho replied, “However I’ll be working here from now on.”

“Are you replacing Timothy?” Steven asked, offended.

“I presume so,” Morpho answered, “I was told I had a train to take?”

“You do,” Steven replied. An evil idea then came to him, “I split in two so you can take it easier. Timothy usually takes both at the same time though.”

Morpho, not one to be taken lightly, found this offensive. “I can take both thank you,” she retorted, “Just connect it to the back of my train.”

Steven, happy that his trick worked, quickly shunted Arnold’s train to the end of Morpho’s. Morpho, proud of taking such a long train, blared her horn as she started moving forward. 

The freight cars were coming along nicely. They rolled along, rocking as they did. Morpho happily hummed along the line as she approached the station. She started to slow down so she could stop in time, but the cars didn’t want to. She turned into the siding and slid along, eventually hitting the stopper at the end. The yard manager came to speak with her.

“You’re blocking the line!” He said, “Your train is too long!”

“But the switcher said Timothy always takes trains this long,” Morpho replied sadly.

“He never does,” continued the yard manager, “You took Arnold’s train with you! Luckily for you Edgar can be diverted.”

Morpho, upset about her mistake, unloaded before returning to the big station.