They must have been walking for a good two hours. The lights of the town are far behind them. The houses disappeared long ago. Now they are walking through the forest and night is falling. Tom is ... [+]
With a bit of whistling and a roll of the wrist I slipped into some rusty overalls to go parading around town and when I came home sputtering evening with coal in my hair my wife said, You're not my husband, you're a train and who was I to disagree? So I went to the rail yard, had a good sleep, and towed three tons of bricks to Bismarck, for which the locals were quite grateful.