Took me awhile but I finally clued in:
My fourth full-time job, after laundress, maid and chauffeur, is Thomas Train Picker-Upper to a 4-year-old. Several times, I've picked up one particular train in the corner of the room.
The first couple times, I figured it was coincidence.
The third time... Dang if that isn't the same little sucker.
Fourth time....I'm going crazy...stark raving mad nuts crazy....serious swiss cheese of the brain crazy....Did I or did I not just pick up that thing yesterday?!
Fifth...What the sam hill....off all the nuisances....driving me crazy...this thing is possessed....let's see the name of this thing....OH!
It's the evil Diesel 10.
And he must be in Time Out.
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