Usborne Wind Up Train Book Novels & Stories

Slowly she summoned the courage, looking up at the loud gigantic passing figure which had been passing the whole time and never seemed to have an end. The train was a shipment filled with livestock of different kinds and crops. First the fondant smells of rotten fruits filled the air. Ranging from mango to pineapples and bananas, and then thick smell of cattle dung overshadowed it. Floating materials scattered all over the sky as open carriages of hay flew by. Soon the line of connected railway cars had passed with Bon Voyage written boldly at back of the last carriage. She sat there watching the long vehicle zooming down the railway and out of sight, her eyes kept on scanning both ends of t

Especially the blueberry-flavoured one. They went from the entrance, to one side of the park, then bounced to the other and then another far side, hopping into lines here, there and everywhere to ride rollercoasters, swinging pirate ships, the Ferris wheel and things such as the ring-toss booth and the balloon-darts stall. Theo assisted Arte in both stalls, each time the two adults bounced and cheered as she won a prize. The first was a large, chocolate brown puppy plushie with a black collar that Theo carried for her under his arm. The second was a giant white rabbit with a blue ribbon that sat under Theo's other arm.

The air stilled between us, thick and fragile, like one wrong move could shatter it. I wanted to ask more—what that meant, what we were now, what came next—but instead I just let the silence hold us, sitting shoulder to shoulder, listening to the wind through the trees and the faint echo of waves in the distance. Before I could brace myself for another round of “adulting lessons” from Eben, he bent down and picked up a small pebble from the porch floor. With a grin that spelled trouble, he flicked it lightly in Gavin’s direction.