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One morning Edward saw Trevor in the orchard.
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"The vicar forgot to put up the posters," he said, " and now no one will know about the party."
"Don't worry, Trevor," called Edward.
"The vicar can paste his posters on my train, then people will see them wherever I go."
"Well done, Edward," said his driver.
"I'm sure the Fat Controller will agree." And he did.
Edward puffed happily along, collecting passengers.
"Look, a party," they said.
"We must go to that."
As Bertie passed the orchard, he said "Hello" to Trevor.
Trevor told him about the party.
"I'll come too," said Berie.
"Children will like riding in a smart red bus like me."
On the day of the party the ground was muddy.
"We'll stay on the road, then we won't get stuck," said Trevor's driver.
Trevor was busy giving children rides when Bertie rushed by.
"Honk! Honk! I'm on my way to the party," he said.
Then there was trouble.
"Help! I'm stuck!" shouted Bertie.
His wheels had sunk in the orchard mud.
Terence the tractor arrived just in time.
Then Trevor came to see if he could help too.
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"Thank you, Trevor," Bertie said.
"I'll stay on the tarmac in the future."
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One morning Edward saw Trevor in the orchard.
"We are going to have a party here soon," said Trevor.
On his journey, Edward thought about the party.
"I wish I could help," he said to himself.
But the next time Edward saw Treovr, he looked sad.
"The vicar forgot to put up the posters," he said, " and now no one will know about the party."
"Don't worry, Trevor," called Edward.
"The vicar can paste his posters on my train, then people will see them wherever I go."
"Well done, Edward," said his driver.
"I'm sure the Fat Controller will agree." And he did.
Edward puffed happily along, collecting passengers.
"Look, a party," they said.
"We must go to that."
As Bertie passed the orchard, he said "Hello" to Trevor.
Trevor told him about the party.
"I'll come too," said Berie.
"Children will like riding in a smart red bus like me."
On the day of the party the ground was muddy.
"We'll stay on the road, then we won't get stuck," said Trevor's driver.
Trevor was busy giving children rides when Bertie rushed by.
"Honk! Honk! I'm on my way to the party," he said.
Then there was trouble.
"Help! I'm stuck!" shouted Bertie.
His wheels had sunk in the orchard mud.
Terence the tractor arrived just in time.
Then Trevor came to see if he could help too.
Using strong ropes, they pulled Bertie onto the road again.
"Thank you, Trevor," Bertie said.
"I'll stay on the tarmac in the future."