You Don't Make Fun of Him!

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It was a cold December morning, and Thomas was in his room that he shared with the other engines. It was just after Christmas. Thomas was humming to himself as he pushed some building blocks around that Sir Topham Hatt had gotten him for his first 'birthday' a few months ago.

He was working his very best trying to make a little maze for himself. Pushing those blocks there, and these blocks here; his maze was almost complete!

But suddenly, the blocks were pushed harshly down, by none other than Gordon. Thomas' eyes widened and he whined. "My maze! My maze!" He cried. The engines were slowly learning to talk, with daily lessons from their soon-to-be employer. "Why my maze?"

Gordon just laughed as he moved past the mess, and towards Thomas. Then he started pushing Thomas around – not to hard however – while chanting over and over:

"Small Thomas! Small Thomas! Small Thomas!"

Thomas kept crying out in anger, while trying to get away. "I'm not small! I'm not small!" He kept trying to say.

Each time, Gordon would just laugh, and continue to push Thomas around until-

"Gordon, stop!"

Gordon did just that, and backed away to see-

"Edward!" Thomas cried in relief and rush towards him.

Edward gave a small smile, before looking back at Gordon with disapproval. "Stop!" He demanded. "Not nice to make fun of others! Apologise, now!"

Gordon huffed. "Sorry…" He mumbled quietly.

"Louder." Edward said.

"Sorry, Thomas…" Gordon said, louder, looking to the ground in shame.

Thomas moved forward with a smile on his face. "I forgive." He said.

Gordon looked at the small E2 in shock, to which Thomas giggled. "Build maze together?" He asked, looking to the fallen blocks.

"Ok!" Gordon said, smiling once more. Then he and Thomas moved back to the blocks, and began rebuilding the maze.

All the while, Edward watched over them while smiling.