Date: August 11, 1958
Location: Cheyenne, Wyoming
Time: 9:08 AM
Railroad: Union Pacific
Stylo, and Stephanie just drove their train out of the yards.
Stephanie: Laramie, here we come.
Stylo: And Metal Gloss said we'd have no delays. Let's hope she's right.
Stephanie: We should just get this train running at it's topo, início speed. That way, if we do get any delays, we'll still arrive early.
Stylo: I hope you're right. You drive, I'll shovel. *Grabs shovel* Wait a second. *Looks at the tender* Where's all the coal?
Stephanie: This must be one of those steam engines that run on oil.
Stylo: Well, so much for this thing then. *Throws shovel out of cab*
Outside of the train.
Jogging Pony: *Running por the train tracks* Ah, a nice dia for a jog. *Gets hit in the head por the shovel, and falls onto the ground*
Back on the train.
Stylo: *Looks at jogger, and shouts* Sorry!
Stephanie: He can't hear you from there.
Stylo: It's the thought that counts.
After the shovel got thrown overboard, Stylo, and Stephanie had to stop at a red signal. Ahead was a baseball field, and a game just started.
Stylo: Good. We can watch the game.
Stephanie: I hate baseball. You enjoy watching the game while I watch the signal.
Stylo: Well, we all have different interests.
Catcher: One out. Let's get two mais outs so we get up to bat.
Batter: *Steps up to plate with a baseball bat*
Pitcher: *Throws ball*
Batter: *Hits ball*
Players: Whoa. I think that might be a homerun.
It certainly was. The ball went high into the air, leaving the field, and landed in one of the train's hopper cars.
Stephanie: Did you hear something?
Stylo: No, but I saw somepony hit a homerun. It was really impressive.
Stephanie: Okay. The signal is green, let's go.
Stylo: *Drives train away from the field*
Baseball Ponies: *Running towards the train* Stop! You have our baseball!
Stephanie: *Sees the ball players, but can't hear them* They must be really excited to see a train.
Stylo: Yeah.
Baseball pónei, pônei 3: They're not stopping.
Baseball pónei, pônei 9: Great. That was our only ball.
Baseball pónei, pônei 4: Let's tell the coach, and get our ball back.
2 B Continued
Location: Cheyenne, Wyoming
Time: 9:08 AM
Railroad: Union Pacific
Stylo, and Stephanie just drove their train out of the yards.
Stephanie: Laramie, here we come.
Stylo: And Metal Gloss said we'd have no delays. Let's hope she's right.
Stephanie: We should just get this train running at it's topo, início speed. That way, if we do get any delays, we'll still arrive early.
Stylo: I hope you're right. You drive, I'll shovel. *Grabs shovel* Wait a second. *Looks at the tender* Where's all the coal?
Stephanie: This must be one of those steam engines that run on oil.
Stylo: Well, so much for this thing then. *Throws shovel out of cab*
Outside of the train.
Jogging Pony: *Running por the train tracks* Ah, a nice dia for a jog. *Gets hit in the head por the shovel, and falls onto the ground*
Back on the train.
Stylo: *Looks at jogger, and shouts* Sorry!
Stephanie: He can't hear you from there.
Stylo: It's the thought that counts.
After the shovel got thrown overboard, Stylo, and Stephanie had to stop at a red signal. Ahead was a baseball field, and a game just started.
Stylo: Good. We can watch the game.
Stephanie: I hate baseball. You enjoy watching the game while I watch the signal.
Stylo: Well, we all have different interests.
Catcher: One out. Let's get two mais outs so we get up to bat.
Batter: *Steps up to plate with a baseball bat*
Pitcher: *Throws ball*
Batter: *Hits ball*
Players: Whoa. I think that might be a homerun.
It certainly was. The ball went high into the air, leaving the field, and landed in one of the train's hopper cars.
Stephanie: Did you hear something?
Stylo: No, but I saw somepony hit a homerun. It was really impressive.
Stephanie: Okay. The signal is green, let's go.
Stylo: *Drives train away from the field*
Baseball Ponies: *Running towards the train* Stop! You have our baseball!
Stephanie: *Sees the ball players, but can't hear them* They must be really excited to see a train.
Stylo: Yeah.
Baseball pónei, pônei 3: They're not stopping.
Baseball pónei, pônei 9: Great. That was our only ball.
Baseball pónei, pônei 4: Let's tell the coach, and get our ball back.
2 B Continued
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