The next day Drake was walking in the filth. It was as high as his knees. He wished Mudville wasn’t so boring. He wished there was a lake to swim in, a mountain to climb, or even some trees. He dreamed of getting out of Mudville some day, but he had no idea how. Roads were buried, cars were stalled, and there were no animals to ride like a horse, a mule, or even a cow. As he was dreaming of leaving his muddy home, he noticed a sound coming from far away. He squinted his eyes and tried to see, there was certainly something in the distance coming his way. It didn’t take long before he could tell, it was a huge magical train. Instead of wheels and tracks this train floated above the muddy plain. It huffed and puffed as it floated near. Everything in Mudville was muddy, but the train didn’t have a single smear.