In the town of Whistle Creek, a tiny train named Tilly worked on the smallest tracks, delivering mail and treats to the village. But she had a big dream—to pull the heavy freight like the big steam engines.
"You're too small, Tilly," chuckled Rusty, the strongest train in town. "Those loads are way too heavy for you!"
One stormy night, disaster struck. A huge tree crashed onto the tracks, blocking the freight train's path. The big engines tried to push, but the tree wouldn’t budge. The town needed supplies, and time was running out.
Tilly saw an opening. "I can fit through the side track!" she said.
"It’s too risky!" Rusty warned.
But Tilly believed in herself. She squeezed through, puffing as hard as she could, and reached the other side. With a clever loop-around, she pulled small loads one by one, delivering the supplies just in time.
The town cheered. Rusty rolled up, smiling. "I was wrong, Tilly. Strength isn’t just about size—it’s about heart."
From then on, Tilly wasn’t just the tiny train—she was the town’s bravest engine.