Author's notes: Not much changed here, but why would I do that to one of my favourite rewrites? Ok, there is a few small alters here and there, but the story pretty much remains the same.

Little Old Twins

Narrator: One day, Princess Luna and the owner brought some important people and ponies to see the railway. They should the visitors everything when they traveled in the trains. They looked at stations, bridges and coaches carefully.

Visitors: Yes, will take this… No, we won't take that.

Narrator: They took notes in the notebooks. Peter Sam and Sir Handel eyed them anxiously. Peter Sam whispered to Sir Handel.

Peter Sam: (Whisper) I don't like this Sir Handel… People can and did that on our old line.

Sir Handel: (Whisper) That's right. And then soon afterwards it was…it was…

Peter Sam: (Mournfully) (Whisper) It was sold... and he was locked away in the sheds…

Narrator: Peter Sam didn't sing anymore. He wanted to cry. When they told the other engines, they were sad too, as were the CMC. Princess Luna, the thin controller, Mr Hugh, the owner and the three human drivers noticed this, and were concerned. One day, Miss Ravens was taking a very furlong Peter Sam up the line with Sweetie Belle as well. Rachel was also nearby and wanted to cheer Peter Sam up.

Miss Ravens: What's the matter with all of you? You all look like dying ducks.

Peter Sam: We don't to be sold!

Rachel: Oh Peter Sam. I can convince my manager to buy you if you like.

Narrator: Peter Sam was about to reply when Miss Ravens interjected.

Miss Ravens: Sold? Who to?

Sweetie Belle: To those people who talked about taking things.

Narrator: Miss Ravens laughed.

Miss Ravens: You silly filly and engine. They're not going to buy us or hire us for a new line! They're going to take our pictures on television.

Peter Sam: Television? What's that?

Miss Ravens: It's box shaped thing that projects moving images to screen in the middle of device via airway transmissions.

Sweetie Belle: Oh, so that's what is! But why are they doing it?

?: I can answer that Sweetie Belle!

Narrator: Sweetiebelle turned and grinned. Standing on the platform was a white pegasus colt with a brown mane.

Sweetie Belle: Featherweight! Hey, it's good to see you! What brings you here?

Featherweight: Isn't it obvious? I'm one of the new members of the Skarloey Railway preservation society!

Sweetiebelle: Oh, that's just wonderful! Oh, Featherweight, I'd like to introduce you to one of our engines, Peter Sam. And this is our visiting diesel. Her name is Rachel.

Featherweight: Hello.

Rachel: Hello Featherweight. Pleased to meet you.

Peter Sam: Hullo Featherweight. Welcome to Sodor and the Skarloey Railway. So, what's your position on our railway.

Featherweight: Well I am of course an engine operator, but I'm also in charge of publicity, so that people round the world and in Equestria knows about this line so that they can visit or join up. The television crew are here for the same reason.

Narrator: Peter Sam and Sweetie Belle were delighted!

Peter Sam/Sweetie Belle: YIPPE! (singing) not going to be sold! Not going to be sold!

Rachel: (Giggles) Oh, Peter Sam is so cute when he gets excited.

Narrator: Peter Sam, Sweetie Belle and Rachel were very excited and they couldn't wait to tell the others. They soon told them that they had a new foal member to the railway, and about the television. They were all excited too. Well… all except Sir Handel.

Sir Handel: (Grumbling) I don't hold with it! Vulgar I call it! Fancy traipsing about making a silly exhibition for yourselves. I won't do it I tell you. Hmph! Telly, something indeed.

Narrator: Sir Handel was only grumbling because he really did feel sick, but no one noticed and he was trying his best to hide his emotions.

Scootaloo: Oh, you can just complain about everything, couldn't you?!

Babs Seed: Now, you better listen here Sir Handel! If you do not quit whining, I'm gonna tell Princess Luna and the Thin controller on you!

Sir Handel: Pah. Go ahead and tell! Just let them come here, I'll tell them something!

Babs Seed: Fine, it's your funeral then Sir Handel!

Narrator: But Skarloey kept quiet. He just winked at the others. Next morning when the Thin controller and Princess Luna did come Sir Handel kept unusually quiet, well, with the occasion quiet moaning from sickness.

Thin Controller: Alright everyone and everypony. Todays the day, now, we want all of you to participate in this.

Sir Handel: Uh…I … I…I don't feel well!

Narrator: The little Foals all hoof slapped their faces in frustration.

Scootaloo: Ugh! Not again! Don't say you weren't warned.

Thin Controller: (Gravely) You poor engine! You can stay in the shed.

Narrator: Sir Handel smiled broadly.

Luna: Thy driver's fireman can take thou to pieces to see if anything is wrong. T'will make a very interesting picture, a segment of how we repairth thy engines, just what we need'th.

Narrator: Sir Handel's feelings were beyond words as the young ponies and engines laughed and laughed.

Sir Handel: (Thinks) I really am sick this time. I'm not playing.

Thin controller: That's that then. Now let's see. Skarloey, since you're the oldest, you shall take Agnes, Ruth, Jemima, Lucy and Beatrice.

Skarloey: Yes please Sir. I was hoping you would let me have them.

Thin Controller: That's a good engine, you'll be paired with Mr. Holden and Apple Bloom.

Luna: Duncan shall take'th a goods train with Scootaloo and Mr. Hawkins, whilst Rusty with Babs Seed and Mr. Hugh and the workmen can show how we mend the line.

Peter Sam: Uh, please Sir and Malady, what about me?

Narrator: Princess Luna and the Thin Controller smiled.

Luna: Thou shall pull the special television train. Thou shall be working with Miss Ravens and Sweetie Belle. Featherweight shall be'th riding along with thou.

Peter Sam: Oh Malady! Thank you Malady!

Narrator: But then Peter Sam noticed Rachel.

Rachel: You guys have fun with what your doing. I guess I'll sit here for the day.

Peter Sam: (Thinks) Oh my. Poor Rachel. She seems left out of the fun. (Outloud) Um, excuse me malady and Sir, but what shall Rachel be doing?

Thin Controller: Well… We hadn't enough time to plan for her, since this is day before she goes back to her home railway.

Peter Sam: Well, begging your pardon sir, but may I double head the train with Rachel, please.

Narrator: The Thin Controller smiled.

Thin Controller: Of course you can. I'll arrange it immediately.

Luna: Thou are surely a very noble engine young Peter Sam. We all are very proudth of thou selfless deed.

Narrator: Rachel was delighted.

Rachel: Oh Peter Sam, thank you so much. Oh you didn't have to do that…

Peter Sam: But I did. I didn't want to leave you left out of the loop, that would never do my dear. (Realising what he just said) Oh dear I'm am sorry abou….

Rachel: It's alright Peter Sam. I don't mind one bit, I think it's sweet of you.

Narrator: Rachel looked into Peter Sam's eyes they were smiling just like hers.

Sweetiebelle: Aaaww! Looks like true love at 1st site.

Scootaloo/ Duncan: Oh brother!

Mr. Holden/Miss Ravens: Sshhh! Knock it off, all of you!

Narrator: Later that day, the television men, women and ponies built towers for camera's beside the line. They put cameras on Ada and filled Gertrude with wires and instruments. Some trucks coupled behind carried aerials and generators. Everyone practiced hard until they knew what they had to do. Featherweight, who was riding on Ada, found all his good vantage spots for a good photo, he was careful not to get in the way of the television cameras. Soon, Rachel and Peter Sam were coupled up to the television train. Rachel nearest the train and Peter Sam leading. At last, the time came. The announcer gave the signal and they were off.

Peter Sam: Oh Boy! Where on the air!

Rachel: Where on the air, oh boy!

Narrator: They slowly rolled the heavy train near the workshops where Sir Handel was being mended. Needless to say, Sir Handel did not enjoy their visit.

Rachel: (Sigh) This is wonderful. I never had really neat job like this before. Sharing it with you on my final day here makes it even more worthwhile.

Peter Sam: Oh no problem Rachel. I'm glad to have you come along with me.

Sweetie Belle: Awwww looks like Peter Sam really likes her. They make a cute couple…MMMMM.

Miss Ravens: Not now, Sweetie!

Narrator: Soon they rolled over the first bridge and came near the station where Duncan with Mr. Hawkins were waiting.

Peter Sam: Stand by Duncan. We're coming!

Narrator: And Peter Sam whistled the signalman. The announcer talked to Duncan, Mr. Hawkins and Scootaloo. Then, they puffed over the second bridge to quarry siding where Babs Seed and Mr. Hugh were waiting to explain their line of work. Soon they had to go. Peter Sam and Rachel clattered through the tunnel, rumbled over the viaduct near the waterfall, and rolled at last into the top station. Skarloey, Apple Bloom and Mr. Holden were waiting with Princess Luna and the Thin Controller.

Owner: We have arranged for television for everyone to see our little old engine. We are very proud of him, 95 years old and good as new. There's nothing like him anywhere. 3 cheers for Skarloey the little old engine.

Narrator: Rachel and Peter Sam whistled, tooted and cheered. Everybody and everypony joined in. Skarloey smiled.

Skarloey: I am glad to be home, thank you Sir, and everyone for your nice surprise. Now, I'll surprise you all. When I was mended at Gibbinson Brothers at Whitehaven England, I saw my twin.

Narrator: Everyone stared.

Apple Bloom/Sweetie Belle: WHAT YOUR TWIN?!

Owner: What, really? Is there another engine like you?

Skarloey: Yes Sir. There is another engine that came to be mended too called Talyllyn. When the workmen saw us together, they laughed and called us their Little Old Twins. Talyllyn told me about his railway. It's a lovely line. It's at Tywyn in Wales. Well, they mended us both and sent us home. But I still think of Talyllyn. He's 95 years old too, just like me. If you ever get a chance to visit Tywyn Wales, please go and see him, all of you at the famous Talyllyn Railway, and wish him 'dry rails and good running' from Skarloey, his little old twin.

Narrator: Rachel looked on in amazement.

Rachel: Well I'll be. It is a small world.

Peter Sam: Same here, my dear.

Narrator: Later that night, all the engines were fast asleep and the young foals and humans had gone home to bed. But Rachel and Peter Sam were still awake.

Rachel: (Whisper) Peter Sam, I know I'll be heading back home tomorrow morning, but I just want to let you know, it was such a privilege to meet such a darling engine like you… ( Realising what she just said and blushing with embarrassment)

Peter Sam: It's alright… I'm flattered, Rachel my dear. I do hope I can see you again.

Rachel: Same here. Maybe someday I'll be a member of this railway.

Peter Sam: You're right. And I want you to remember something very important Rachel.

Rachel: What's that?

Peter Sam: I want you to know, that no matter how far away you are, I'll always be just on the other side of my whistle.

Rachel: (Happy tear) Of course, and the goes the same from the other side of my horn.

Narrator: And for the very first time in Sudrian history, Rachel and Peter Sam bestowed their very first kiss on the famous Skarloey Railway, knowing deep down in their hearts they knew that no matter what happened, they would always be close together in each other's heart.

Yeah, lovey dovey at the end. We just had to. What's next? 'The Twin Engines'. Yes, that's a good one. And while it is funny in a lot of points, there are some very serious things covered in that book. Can't wait to get to it.