Author's notes: I decided to tone back the letter sequence so that William doesn't go through as much pain as he did in the original. The rest of the story is relatively unchanged, except that my humansona also got to be with City of Truro. Also, the actual run that City of Truro beat the Southwestern was from Plymouth to London, not Plymouth to Bristol.

(It is late in the evening as William enters his study office with a brand new typewriter. He slowly and cautiously enters the room looking up and down and side to side, his face sweating with anxiety. Then when feels the coast is clear, he plops down on to his seat placing the typewriter on his desk.)

William: Whew! I for a second I thought she was going to do it again… Whew. thank goodness.

Dear Rachel and Mike.

We sure had an eventful month didn't we? We got two visitors from the other railway. That famous Great Western Engine from the railway society in York City, Turo what a wonderful engine, a swindon engine too. Boy, w e were all sorry to see him go, especially Duck. The other visitor was unfortunately, different. Now the Fat controller and Princess Celestia don't think that all diesels are bad and troublesome. That one diesel however, was…..

(Pinkie Pie comes randomly in the door and starts to do a dance)

William: DAH! Pinkie!

(Pinkie takes over the note as William was taken aback)

Pinkie Pie: (Singing)
He's an evil enchanter,
Who speaks evil banter,
And if you look deep in his eyes
He'll feel like your hand burn,
And what will he do?
He'll make an evil oily brew and
He'll gobble you up in big tasty stew
So WATCH OUT!

(Pinkie stops typing)

William: Pinkie, get out of the office!

Pinkie Pie: But I haven't finished typing the letter yet.

William: Oh! Well Pinkie, you'd best get to the hotel before it closes. Don't want to be sleeping outside, do you?

Pinkie: Okie dokie lokie!

(William breaths a sigh of relief and goes back to the letter)

Sorry about that, again, as usual Pinkie Pie was just being friendly. But all that aside, we also don't think that griffons are bad either, expect for Gilda. I tell you, she and diesel are like partners in crime. They upset our engines and ponies, made me, Mike, Duck and Pinkie Pie very unhappy. But all that aside, I'm just glad things are resolved. Anyway, here are the stories of when Duck met the diesel engine.
Your Friend,
William James Holden.
P.S
Rachel, me and Mike really owe you and Applejack our lives for clearing our names from Diesel and Gilda. I'll write a story of how you did it one of these days.

Domeless Engines

Narrator: A special train had arrived one day and The Fat controller and Princess Celestia welcomed the passengers. They looked at everything in the yards and photographed the ponies and engines. Mike, William and Pinkie Pie let some of them ride in Duck's cab. Rachel and Twilight Sparkle were also in the yards before they had to go and help Thomas later on that day.

Twilight Sparkle: Who are they?

Mike: They're the railway society and they've come to see us.

Pinkie Pie: The what?

Rachel: The Railway society. They are a group of railway enthusiasts dedicated to the preservation of railways, their history and heritage. And that over there is one of the greatest examples.

Narrator: Rachel pointed proudly to shining swindon green class 3700 4-4-0 steam locomotive on the nearby track.

Rachel: That's one of their engines, the City of Truro, a Great Western railway 3700, better known as a city class.

William: He was one of the first engines to go 100 hundred miles per hour on the Great Western Railway.

Narrator: Twilight Sparkle and Pinkie Pie were amazed.

Twilight Sparkle: How extraordinary.

Pinkie Pie: Well I'll be.

Mike: Let's get finished and we can go and talk with him.

Duck: Oh shucks. He's probably too famous to notice me.

Mike: Ah rubbish. Come on.

Narrator: They found City of Truro resting at the coaling stage.

Duck: Um, excuse me Mister City of Truro but may I talk with you please?

Narrator: City of Truro smiled.

City of Truro: Oh, of course.

Duck: Oh, thank you so much, Sir.

City of Truro: Ah I See your one of us. Great Western Engine.

Duck: Oh, well I do try to teach the others our way. All swindon fashion and ship shape.

City of Truro: That's right.

Twilight Sparkle: And he's been doing great job too.

City of Truro: Ah. You make our heritage proud Duck.

Duck: (Blushing bright red) Golly. Um, so please, can you tell us all about the time you beat the southwestern?

City of Truro: Well, it was nothing really.

Duck: Rubbish, come on.

City of Truro: Heheheh alright,

Narrator: So City of Truro told them all about about his famous from Plymouth to London more than 50 years ago. Needless to say, Twilight Sparkle was amazed .

Twilight Sparkle: My word, 50 years ago? That's so amazing.

Narrator: Soon the two westerns were firm friends and talked Great Western till late at night. City of Truro left early next morning. This gave Gordon no end of relief.

Gordon: Good riddance. Chattering all night keeping, important important engines awake. Who is he anyway?

Duck: He's called City of Truro. He's famous

Gordon: As famous as me? Nonsense!

Rainbow Dash: He certainly can't be more famous than me either Quackers. I'm the only one who can preform a Sonic Rainboom.

Gordon: and I'm one of the very first Gresley Pacifies!

Duck: He's more famous than you Gordon and Rainbow Dash! He was the first engine to go one hundred miles an hour before you were even drawn or thought of Gordon, and before you were even born Rainbow Dash!

Rainbow Dash: I doubt that Quackers!

Duck: Stop calling me that, Rainbow Dash!

Gordon: So he says, but I didn't like his look. He's got no dome. Never trust Domeless engines, they aren't respectable. I never boast, but I'd say one hundred miles per hour would be easy for me.

Rainbow Dash: Same here. I could reach that speed within ten seconds flat.

Gordon/Rainbow Dash: Good bye!

(The 2 leave)

Duck: That was very racist.

Narrator: Presently, Duck took some trucks to Edward's station with Pinkie Pie and Mike. He was very cross and it was lucky for those trucks that they tried no tricks. Soon they saw Edward, Fluttershy and Rachel.

Edward: Hullo there Duck. The famous City of Truro came through this morning and he whistled to me, Rachel and Fluttershy.

Fluttershy: Boy was he kind.

Rachel: I agree. He might be famous, but he does have good manners too. That's important.

Duck: Oh your right there Rachel. He is the finest engine in the world.

Pinkie Pie: And a very good talker too.

Rachel: Ah yes, he sure is.

Fluttershy: You got to talk with him?

Mike: Indeed. He told all about the famous run from Plymouth to London. The same run where he beat the south western railway and broke the first one hundred mile per hour record in England.

Edward: Oh now, that's smashing.

Narrator: Duck told them more about City of Truro, then told them what Gordon and Rainbow Dash said.

Edward: Oh don't take any notice Duck. There just jealous. Gordon just thinks that no engine should be more famous than him. From what heard from Twilight, Rainbow Dash can get a little cocky sometimes. Ah, speak of the devils, here they come now.

Narrator: Gordon's boiler seemed to have swollen larger than ever. He was going very fast. He swayed up and down and from side to side as wheels pounded the rails. Rainbow Dash was flying along side him trying to get in front. She was flying so fast, her wings were just blurs from the eyes point of view. William was driving him and held up a sign that said, 'Save me please!' He was scared.

Gordon: HEY DID IT! I'LL DO IT! HE DID IT! I'LL DO IT! I'LL SHOW THAT BLOW HEART WESTERNER WHAT THE LNER CAN DO!

Rainbow dash: NOT IF I BEAT YOU FIRST GORDON!

Gordon: BRING IT ON, PEGASUS!

Narrator: The two of them rocketed passed and were gone.

Fluttershy: Oh my… they were going awfully fast.

Rachel: Goodness. Poor William

Narrator: Edward chuckled and winked.

Edward: He's trying to do a City of Truro.

Narrator: But Duck was still cross.

Duck: HMPH! I Should think he'll knock himself to bits! I heard something rattle as he went passed.

Mike: Well for William's sake, I hope he doesn't.

Narrator: Out on the mainline…

William: Easy there Gordon. (Adjusts the regulator to a reasonable speed)

Gordon: (Sighs) Bother.

William: Rainbow Dash! Get back in here.

Rainbow Dash: No! I won't!

William: We aren't running a race.

Rainbow Dash: That's what you think, Willy!

Gordon: We are then.

Narrator: But they said to themselves. Eventually, Rainbow Dash got tired and flew back into the cab.

Gordon: HA HA HA! ONE DOWN AND ONE WESTERN RIVAL TO GO!

Narrator: Soon, Rainbow Dash got worried about Gordon too.

Rainbow Dash: Okay, maybe we were pushing it a little to hard…

William: YOU THINK!

Rainbow Dash: Okay, we were pushing it too hard. Boy, I never known him to ride so roughly.

William: Your telling me. He's giving himself a hammering and no mistake. (Shudders) (Thinks) Hammering. Oh boy. Just thankful that we got Sir Handel and Peter Sam out before…

Narrator: Soon Gordon began to feel queer and interrupted William's thoughts.

Gordon: Strange… The top of my boiler feels funny. It feels it's just as if something was loose. Okay, I think I better go slower.

Narrator: By then it was too late. They met the wind on the viaduct. It wasn't a nice gentle wind, nor was it a hard steady wind. It was something that Rainbow Dash called a teasing wind, which blew suddenly at hard puffs and caught you unawares. Gordon thought that it wanted to push him off the bridge.

Gordon: No you don't!

Narrator: But the wind had other ideas. It curled around his boiler, crept under his loose dome and lifted it off away into the valley below. It landed on the rocks with a loud clang! Gordon felt most uncomfortable. He felt cold where his dome wasn't and people and ponies laughed at him as he went passed. Rainbow Dash and William laughed too. At the big station, he tried to wheesh them away. Try as he might, they crowded round no matter what he did. On the way home, he wanted William and Rainbow Dash to find his lost dome but was cross when they wouldn't.

Rainbow Dash: Sorry Gordon. We'll never find it now. It's too late in the evening.

William: You'll have to go to the works for a new.

Narrator: He hoped the shed would be empty. But to his bad luck, all the engines and ponies were already there waiting. And all laughed.

?: Never trust domeless engines. They aren't respectable.

Narrator: Everyone but Gordon laughed and laughed.