Once upon a time, there were two little brothers, 5 and 3. They LOVED trains and took their train playing very very seriously. One December day, they were happily playing trains, getting along and having fun. It was a picture perfect evening.
Hiding in the shadows, spying on those brothers, was a little baby brother. He loved watching the boys with their train playing and listening to the choo choo of the train racing around the track.. moving and chuffing... and he wanted part of it. He just HAD to.
This baby brother meant no harm.. he was as cute as can be... but he had a mission in mind...
It was a long travel for a little belly scooter like him, but the desire was overwhelming...it was worth the long hike.
He tried to be sneaky... as to not scare the brothers away. He needed to get his hands on those trains.
As he trekked the distance, he managed to stay under the radar.... he could see the finish line.. he was almost there! He giggled just thinking about it...
SURPRISE ATTACK! The brothers jump, caught off guard completely!
Baby thinks, "the track is mine, all mine!! YAY!!"
The 3 year old is NOT happy.
The 5 year old is equally unhappy.
But they accept defeat and wait for the threat to pass... Meanwhile, the baby brother found other things more interesting than the track. In the end, they all lived happily ever after. Choo Choo!
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