"Breakvan"
[Donald and Douglas'] plan was good; but they had reckoned without a spiteful Brake van. The van had taken a dislike to Douglas. Things always went wrong when he had to take it out. Then his trains were late, and he was blamed. Douglas began to worry.
'Ye're a muckle nuisance," said Donald one day. "It's tae leave ye behind I'd be wantin.'"
"You can't," said the van, "I'm essential."
"Och are ye?" Donald burst out. "Ye're naethin' but a screechin' an' a noise when a's said an' done. Spite Douggie wad ye? Tak that!"
"Oh! Oh! Oh!" cried the van.
"Haud yer wheesht," said Donald severely. "There's mair comin' syne ye misbehave!"

















