It's Possible...

"It's Possibe..." is a story written by Loco123456.

Story
The sun reflected itself in the mirror of the water at the Mainland Canal. The Canal Manager looked up at the giant of the crane named Beresford. "Some engines will be joining the crew," he announced. "When do they arrive?" said Beresford, his voice booming like thunder. "In a few days' time." "In a few days' time; but I want some new friends now!" he thought as he turned his head and grabbed cargo with the finger of his hook and continued loading flatbeds. At least there were temporary engines there. "Hey, where are those pallets of oil drums?" said a diesel by the name of Carlson, whose voice cracked like a whip. "Near the western end of course. It makes the most sense since there going to Sodor." "Yeah, everything makes sense to you!" said Carlson as he went to find the load.

Meanwhile, on Sodor, Samson and Bradford, the new members of the Canal, were picking up the third member. "I hope I didn't leave anything behind at the beach," said Bulstrode. "You only left the memories of not being really useful until now on the shore," said Samson. Bulstrode had been repaired to working condition; his paintwork of sand white, coal black hull, and planks of pale lemon yellow for his deck. "We're bound to damage Bulstrode," grumbled Bradford, "I mean, do the signalmen know we need to take a non tunnel route to the Vicarstown Bridge to get to the Canal? We should have left last night; nighttime is the only way to carry oversized loads. Oh well, if we have an accident, don't say I didn't tell you so!"