It was a fierce, windy day in the High Hills. All of the Narrow Gauge Engines were struggling against the winds to get their work done. 

(Freddie can be seen pulling passengers and Skarloey can be seen taking slate trucks on the upper terrace of the Blue Mountain Quarry.) 

Leaves and broken branches lay everywhere. 

Peter Sam was puffing hardest of all. The pipes in his special funnel made it easier for him to work, even in bad weather. 

"You're lucky," grumbled Duncan, "you have your funnel. All I have are my wobbly wheels and some grumpy passengers to help me." 

(The Grumpy Passenger is among the passengers aboard, fuming.) 

"It's only a little wind, Duncan," said Peter Sam cheerfully. 

But Peter Sam was wrong. 

It soon began to rain too and the engines were getting wet as well as cold. 

(Duke is looking uncomfortable as he patrols the line.) 

Later, Peter Sam was collecting coaches from the depot to take his own passenger train up to the Mid-Sodor Railway. He wasn't letting the wind and rain get him down. 

"Let's go," he said as he collected the passengers from Crovan's Gate. 

"Be careful," warned Thomas. 

"It's bound to be bad up the mountains," added James. 

"I'll be okay," said Peter Sam confidently. 

And he puffed away. 

The rain was getting heavier and the wind blew it down fiercely. The engines were struggling to see where they were going. 

(Sir Handel can be seen squinting through the rain as he passes Peter Sam.) 

On the way up the hills to the Mid-Sodor Railway, there is an old bridge crossing the river and the rain was flooding the banks. But Peter Sam managed to cross the bridge without any fear or danger. But the weight of his train and the downpour of the rain was weakening the banks...including the area of the bank that held the ends of the bridge. 

Peter Sam soon arrived at the Mid-Sodor Railway's Old Station. Smudger was there looking fed up. 

"This weather is awful. It's bound to cause someone or other a few spills," he said crossly. 

"We don't need to let wind and rain get in our way, Smudger," assured Peter Sam. 

"You'd be surprised how bad rain and wind can get," said Smudger grimly, "torrents had caused this railway to disappear into nature, with me stuck inside for many years!" 

"That won't happen again, Smudger. This railway is Really Useful again." 

"That may be so, Stuart, but you need to take care and never underestimate nature's course." 

But Peter Sam took no notice. He was still feeling confident that the rain and wind could do him no harm. 

"Not with my special funnel helping me through, I'm not." 

And with that, Peter Sam set off again. 

"Peter Sam, wait!" called Mr Quinn who ran out of his office. "There's danger ahead!" 

But the strength of the wind carried his words AWAY from Peter Sam so he just kept going, having not heard! 

"Oh no! Come on, Smudger," said Mr Quinn as he boarded Smudger's cab, "full steam ahead! We have a train to catch!" 

"Yes, sir," wheeshed Smudger. 

And he set off to catch up with Peter Sam. 

Mr Quinn had just been informed by a signalman that the bridge was in danger of collapsing as the banks were beginning to crumble and sink into the river's raging torrent. 

And Peter Sam was now chuffing directly towards it. 

The signalman could see steam behind the trees and realized that Peter Sam was still coming that way and so he rushed out with a red flag. 

"STOP!" he shouted. 

Peter Sam saw the signalman but the wet rails made him skid and roll onto the bridge. 

"Whoooa!" 

"Get off of there!" shouted the signalman. "The bridge is collapsing!" 

Peter Sam's weight made the bridge sink further as the supports sank deeper into the muddy bank. 

"Oh nooooo!" 

Peter Sam's wheels were beginning to feel the water of the torrent. 

"HEEEELP!" 

"I'M COMING, STUART!" 

Smudger rushed over and his Driver swung a chain to Peter Sam's Driver. 

Once the two engines were connected, Smudger heaved and hauled and hauled and heaved. 

With a great effort, he began to pull Peter Sam, his coaches and his passengers off of the sinking bridge. 

"I'll do it....I must do it...!" 

And Smudger did do it. He pulled Peter Sam and the passengers clear just as the bridge finally gave way and collapsed into the torrents of the swollen river. 

"Phew!" gasped Peter Sam. 

The passengers in his coaches cheered and thanked Smudger and his crew. And so did Mr Quinn. 

"Well done, Smudger." 

He then turned to Peter Sam, who looked shaken and ashamed. 

"I'm sorry, sir," he puffed sadly, "I didn't know the bridge was unsafe." 

"I did call out to tell you, Peter Sam, but it wasn't really your fault. The wind and rain drowned my voice out." 

"It's like I said," said Smudger, "never underestimate the forces of nature!" 

"You were right, Smudger," said Peter Sam, "I won't ever do that again!" 

And since that day, even when it was nice and sunny, Peter Sam took more care as he travelled, always careful to look out for any dangers that nature could cause. 

"Anyone would think he was you, Rusty," said Rheneas. 

"I know. Maybe I should swap jobs with Peter Sam once in a while," chuckled Rusty. 

But Peter Sam didn't mind being teased for being extra careful. He was more confident than before knowing he was safe on his rails. 

(The End!)