Calling at the Night Shed

A pair of soft grey fleece slippers parked neatly beside the armchair looked exactly like a two-berth engine shed. My timetable clearly called for the final run of the day, so I set my wheels rolling straight toward the right-hand slipper. Without braking early, my front buffers plunged directly into the deep, plush fleece lining. It cushioned my bumper softly and stopped my roll with a gentle bounce. I gave one more firm push to tuck my boiler securely inside the cozy interior, leaving my rear coupling standing guard at the entrance. Shed berth number one is officially occupied for the night!