"Jock's Average Day" is a story written by Loco123456.
Jock was waiting to leave Arlesdale station early in the morning, to take passengers to Arlesburgh West. A little boy was waving to a friend. His mitten was loosely fastened to his hand. As Jock jerked forward to leave the platform, the mitten became even more loose, and the cold winter wind blew the mitten away. "I want my mitten back! I want my mitten back!" pouted the boy. Jock grumbled all the way to Arlesburgh West. "Lovely winter's day, isn't it?" asked Daisy cheerfully. "How can children being upset for an entire trip be enjoyable?" asked Jock crossly. "Besides, why are you here? Harwick doesn't have people going there in the winter." "Yes, but the line still runs along Duck's Branch Line and it also goes to Knapford." Jock went to the sheds when the Yard Manager arrived. "Rex has gotten stuck in the snow on the avoiding line on his way to Ffarquharr Road Goods Yard. You're to rescue him." Jock waited impatiently for the workmen to secure his snowplough to his front.
Rex shivered as he waited for an engine to come; seeing Jock made him excited. "Thanks for coming Jock!" "If anything, I'd rather be resting in my shed." "Come on Jock," said his driver, "quit sulking about and let's get to work." Jock cleared the track next to the line Rex was on; then the workmen dug Rex out, knocked off the ice that had built up on his wheels and coupling rods, and at last Rex puffed away to get another job. Jock was stuck with delivering Rex's goods to Ffarquhar Road. "I've had enough of this," he said angrily as the workmen took his snowplough off. "Everything is going wrong!" "Not unless you look at things that way," said Bert wisely, "even the worse of things can still be alright. It isn't all or nothing you know. If it were, I'd be stressed out all the time about my delays." Jock pondered this; could it be true?
Jock had to work with passengers that afternoon. The guard had blown his whistle just as some passengers arrived on the platform. "Hold on Jock!" called the guard, waving his red flag. "It's not all that bad. It's not all that bad," muttered Jock, trying to think positively. "Finally, we can go," said his driver. "How many minutes late will we be?" "Three minutes. This weather won't help us make up for lost time. WE need the sand for the hills." Jock knew this was true. "At least we'll get to Arlesburgh West safely," he thought, and began to smile. When he arrived Daisy was waiting with passengers for him. "It looks like your mood has changed," she noted. "It's a work in progress, it won't be easy, but I know I can see the positive even in the most difficult of situations."