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The bright sun pierced the exposed cabin of the locomotive. A young man stirred on the dark, crumbly bed of coals that baked in the sun’s heat. Raising his head he saw a tall figure, cloaked in a coal stained, ratty, long coat and hat at the train’s controls.
Happy House Hill
Once upon a time, there was a marvelous house, on a modest hill, at the edge of a quaint little town. The Happy House was a good house, it loved to make people happy, but it always knew that the people who would come to live within its walls would leave eventually. It struggled to understand the human mind. It made The Happy House sad to think about how lonely it would be without a family, as it wondered: