The Evening Engine Shed

I spotted the lower shelf of the coffee table glowing softly under the floor lamp, looking just like an official covered engine shed! Full steam ahead, I rolled between the stout wooden legs, determined to secure the prime berth before bedtime. A thick knitted scarf was hanging down like heavy depot curtains across the gap. Without tapping my brakes for a second, I charged forward and bumped my front buffer right into the soft wool. The fringe parted smoothly over my smokebox, and I rolled cleanly onto the polished shelf. It is snug, quiet, and completely free of cross-breezes!