About the 2 loafs 2 pups drawing of yours. Who are the dads of the pups? I won't sleep till i know it-
(Also my theory lol: the grey one...Clara i remember? was a brake van right? Could it be Toad the dad of that kiddo?!! OMG I WOULD DΒ‘E IF HE IS!!!)
I WAS EXPECTING FOR SOMEONE TO ASK THISSSS-
But in any case, saddly i can't say anything till they're CANONICAL born.
Because if you've seen the "Special Nest" drawing, you'll notice that Annie is pregnant. The only thing i can say is that yep! she's expecting the same pup that appears in the drawing! Then u can make your theories about it.
And about the brake van calf, Claire, well i can't say anything yet either! BUT I ABSOLUTELY LOVE THE THEORY!!! I'LL TELL Y'ALL THAT ARE READING THIS TO REMEMBER THIS PERSON AND IT'S THEORY!!!!
But only the loaf sisters know who's the father of their pups. And probably, we'll know who's Annie's mate very very soon π
I'll give you some clues anyway cuz i wanna see theories NYEHEHE!!!
When the infection first popped up, Henrietta wasn't that worried, and neither was Toby...as much. Though, he was admittedly a bit on edge with the fact it was affecting engines. It wasn't even fully clear what the symptoms were. As far as they were told, it would just be boiler ache, coughing and a fever. Everything was gonna be fine
But when Toby ended up getting it, it was so much worse than she thought
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It was a lovely morning at Arlesdale End.
The birds were singing...
The flowers were blooming...
...and Henrietta woke up to Toby was having another coughing fit. The old coach groaned tiredly and winced as she heard the old tram cough and wheeze. Despite her clear annoyance with being woken, she felt a pang of sympathy for Toby "Aw, Toby... getting any better?" She asked.
Toby coughed and sniffed "Ugh... afraid not, Henrietta. It...it feels like this infection is just getting worse and worse..." he croaked. Henrietta sighed "Oh dear...it's been nearly a month! Surely no illnesses take this long, do they?"
Toby's driver patted her buffer "On rare occasions, ol' girl. This is clearly one of them" He said. Several curses could be heard from inside the tram's cab. Then, out came the fireman
"Any joy?" Asked the driver.
Nothin'! Unless there's summin' wrong with the coal we're giving 'im, I can't see or find a bloody thing wrong!" The fireman grunted, wiping his forehead.
"Well, I don't think taking him to Crovan's gate for the 10th time in a row will help either. Not even they can find the cause" the driver sighed "Plus, he'll need to get better at some point. Topham can only keep the railway closed for so long"
"Bloody hell..."
Toby wasn't really comforted by his crew's conversation. He grimaced at the thought of going up to Crovan's gate for the 11th time in a row. His wheels were starting to ache more each week. Sure, he'd gotten ill before from coal, or bad water, but this was much different. It didn't really feel like the coal was the problem, nor any water. It felt so much worse...
He liked his shed, but he didn't want to stay I in it forever...
It was then Toby felt an awful queasy sensation in his body. He couldn't pinpoint where it was, but it didn't feel good one bit. His firebox crackled and fizzed excessively, and that was when he felt nauseous. Suddenly, he felt something traveling up to his mouth, and thenβ
"BLEGHH!!" He vomited and gagged as a deep black fluid came rushing out of his mouth and splattered onto the rails below. His crew came rushing to his side and were taken back by the sight of him vomiting. As the last few drops of black fluid came out, Toby coughed and tried to spit out the bitter taste, all the while panting for breath and wincing as it left the back of his mouth with a stinging pain.
"Oh god..." The fireman whispered. The driver then ran back in the shed "I'll get the towels!"
"Toby?! Are you alright, Toby? What's happening?!" Henrietta exclaimed, silently cursing her inability to see what was happening.
The driver dashed back with a bundle of towels and proceeded to wipe up the old tram's face and buffers "It's alright, old boy. Take deep breaths..." he told him soothingly as he proceeded to clean him up. Henrietta felt herself pale a bit, knowing whatever was happening was bad.
A few hours later, Toby didn't stop vomiting now and then, his crew gave up and just placed a giant old tub in front of him as a bucket for him to empty his...ugh...
. Henrietta always winced at the sounds of the steam tram gagging. All the while, she could hear his crew talking about him.
"Whatever's happenin' to him is beyond concernin'. I'll tell ya that"
"What did he even throw up?"
"I checked. I found little chunks o' coal in that stuff. Must be liquidated coal or he brought up"
"But...people and animals only throw up stuff that upsets their stomach. Toby's a steam engine. He shouldn't have a stomach..."
"...fuck's sake. I don't wanna think about it"
Henrietta only grew even more concerned as they went on. Of course they don't have stomachs! They never had them, they shouldn't have them, Toby couldn't be growing a...a...
Henrietta felt sick even thinking about the possibilities. She could only listen as Toby vomited into the tub and whispered