Henry was standing inside his Shed, carefully Petting his fresh, newly painted locomotive, he looked at its shiny green paint and the neatly painted stripes on it's sides, and then looked towards the street, it was raining heavily outside, his eyes dimmed at the thought of what would happen if his Engine failed, all his Engine's paint would peel off and he himself would get sick! and he didn't want that at all so he had to wait for the rain to stop, neatly nuzzling in his plaid scarf.