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The Little Engine That Could had never
been so busy. All morning long she had been
riding up and down the rails, helping out
her good friend Mr. Woodie.
Mr. Woodie owned the local lumber mill. He had to
finish delivering a big shipment of lumber to an important
customer by this afternoon, and there was no one he trusted
more to get the job done than the Little Blue Engine.
"This is our last run," Mr. Woodie said as his son, Petey,
placed the last wooden plank in the Little Engine's cab.
"I couldn't have filled such a big order without your help,
Little Engine."
The Little Engine blushed. Even though she was tired from
riding the rails all morning, it was worth it to help a friend.
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