TRAINTOBER | Day 8 - Bird
Bittern insults Duck. Bittern soon learns that Sodor has laws of karma.
“What’s wrong there bluebird?” Duck asked as he sidled up beside the enormous LNER A4 Pacific that was perched on one of the sidings near Haultraugh. Said Pacific humphed and threw him a glare.
“Don’t call me that, little engine, only good friends get to call me that,” Bittern scolded but Duck just grinned.
“You just don’t like that I’m calling you a bird,” Duck teased and Bittern tried to burn through the pannier tank engine’s tanks with his glare.
“You think you can sass me just because you’re City of Truro’s favourite little engine?” Bittern sneered at him and Duck just laughed.
“I’d sass you regardless of if I was or not,” Duck retorted and grinned. “So, why don’t you like birds? You’re named after a bird.”
“It’s none of your business!” Bittern shouted at the Little Western Engine. “Go away you insignificant pest!”
Duck’s jovial expression fell and he glared at the LNER A4.
“Watch yourself LNER engine, being rude to the engines on Sodor typically doesn’t end well for those who do,” the Pannier Tank warned before he trundled off with his trucks who giggled as they passed the puffed-up express engine.
Bittern just snorted and thought nothing of it.
Oh, how he would come to regret it.
“Your friend isn’t very nice,” Duck complained as he found the Flying Scotsman napping at Ulfstead Castle. Scotsman opened one eye and observed the angry Duck.
“I assume you’re referring to Bittern,” the sleepy A3 mumbled as he eyed him.
“Yes! He called me an insignificant pest!” Duck snapped angrily. “I just asked him why he didn’t like birds!”
“Oh he’s afraid of birds and doesn’t want people to know about it,” Scotsman revealed and Duck stopped in his tracks and stared ahead ignoring the fact the Scotsman had closed his eye and seemingly drifted back to sleep again.
"Right then," was all Duck said as he left as quickly as he came. He did not notice the devious grin that had appeared on the 'sleeping' Flying Scotsman as he did so.
“What is that!” Bittern shrieked as he became aware of something in his tender shuffling around. His driver sighed having a good idea what it was.
“It’s just a duck,” he explained with a tired sigh before quickly throwing Bittern the now shrieking A4 Pacific into reverse to prevent him from flattening the shed doors.
“Scotsman! This was Scotsman!” Bittern screeched. "He's playing another one of his damn tricks!"
“Oh calm down would ya!” Douglas shouted back at him. “Is just a duck, these ducks be engine friendly for decades.”
“They’re awful feathered monsters!” Bittern shrieked and the Scottish engine sighed completely deflated as the ‘big, strong, powerful Pacific’ began carrying on like a child.
Douglas would have some choice words for a certain ‘Duck’ when the day was done.
If there are only two things Scotsman loves it is; 1) The City of Truro. 2) Trolling Bittern any way he possibly can but especially by proxy.
