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Once upon a time, there was a little red 

train named Frankie.

Frankie was a happy train because he 

lived in Snortlesville, which was always 

sunny and warm. 

One day, as he was carrying a load of 

watermelons to the Snortlesville market, 

he noticed something strange in the sky.

Frankie wondered what it was, as he 

chugged along the tracks. It was black and 

fluffy. As the black fluff came closer Frankie 

realized it looked like a cloud.

Frankie had been told many times not to be on 

the train tracks in bad weather but, because 

Snortlesville was always sunny he never had to 

worry about bad weather. 

So Frankie continued on his way to deliver the 

watermelons to Snortlesville. 

Frankie arrived at his next stop, Melonville. Then, as 

Frankie pulled out of Melonville with three more 

watermelons on his way to farmer Park's farm a gentle 

rain began. 

Frankie began to worry. He knew he had to deliver the 

watermelons before eight fifteen but, he also knew the 

railroads were dangerous in bad weather. 

Frankie decided to continue on his way because the 

rain was so light. 

Little did he know a big storm was about to pass 

through and wasn't going to end until nine oclock. 

Slowly the rain began to get heavier and heavier. 

Winds began gusting and the clouds were moving 

fast through the evening sky. 

Frankie had to pick up three more watermelons 

from his farmer friend Mr.Parks then he would 

make his way to his final stop, Snortleville. 

Frankie gently placed three more watermelons in 

his cart, said his far wells, and chugged away 

heading toward Snortleville. 

Or so he thought. The gentle rain turned into a 

down pour however Frankie was determined to 

deliver the watermelons to Snortleville. 

Frankie could barely see through the rain and the 

heavy winds were making him rock back and forth. 

Frankie rocked left, then right, then left again and 

took a harsh fall off the train tracks! His precious 

watermelons were rolling all over the place, 

smashed and destroyed. 

Tears running down his face, Frankie began to cry. 

"Everyone will think I'm a horrible train now" 

murmured Frankie. He tried to rock himself upright 

but, with no luck and the winds still gusting, failed. 

After being stuck sideways for awhile, Frankie 

looked at his watch. The time was nearing eight 

o'clock. 

Frankie soon after saw a bright light in the distance 

through the fog. It seemed that the rain was 

slowing down. A pink train approached Frankie. 

This pretty train was his friend Samantha. 

Samantha came looking for Frankie as soon as the 

storm began to die down. Samantha gently helped 

Frankie back onto the tracks. 

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